Out of Rhythm and Blues

Neon guitars and Day-Glow stars
no longer put a grin upon my face;
cast Sgt Pepper’s coat into the moat
and sold my four-string bass.

Dopey bubs in smokey Clubs,
bars in Holiday Inn can’t pay
a wage to keep me up on-stage;
so this dark night yields to day.

The music scene is just a dream
kept me smoking lotus blossom;
bye bye Bob, need a better job;
getting married is so awesome.