You've arrived,
you're a king,
when the manager asks you to sing
an 11 o'clock song.
You prepare for that sock song.
You pass up your breakfast,
you pass up your lunch,
you're ready to lead with your Sunday punch.
What a thrill when they ask you to fill the
headline spot next to closing on the bill.
Your mind goes back to those days in the sticks.
You dig down deep into your bag of
tricks to find a joke you can tell,
or a step that'll help you to sell your 11 o'clock song.
And you hope that it
won't go wrong.
Then you walk on the stage with a confident air,
but deep in your heart you're reciting a prayer.
May the building rock with your song at 11 o'clock.
It's just like old times.
Yeah,
a lot of water's gone under the bridge,
huh?
Remember some of those corny jokes I used to tell?
Yeah.
Woke up this morning,
found a horse in my bathtub.
You found a horse in your bathtub?
What'd you do, pal?
Pulled the plug out.
Oh!
It's time to walk like a sailor and talk
like a sailor and do whatever they do.
If you join the nautical trend of this,
you can surely defend the world.
Made to honor my friend for you.