Jamming At Euterpe's
(J. Pouyadou)When the night is falling on
On this derelict old town
When barmaids are pouring down
Gallons on gallons of brown
They're rushing out of the basement
Hop on a rusty van
Where they stuffed a lotta gear And thirty two packs of beer
And they rush through the city
Disregarding traffic lights
And they're flying with the breeze
To go jamming at Euterpe's Philly's got himself a stack
With all the power they could pack
I guess he can't really turn it up
Without blowing the place up
Sitting on a barrel top
With a '63 archtop
Bernie tokes a few reefers Before frisking the whiskers
And when she enters the room
Everything is suddenly smooth
And it sets their mind at ease
To be jamming at Euterpe's From the mayhem and the chaos
For some unknown reason
Emerges a melody and emerges a song
Saber Sam is Mutt And Jeff
He wears his axe on the left
When he gives it the finger
It starts a roaring thunder
Tony ain't what he used to be
But he keeps his rhythm steady
He knows how to hit the drum He knows hot to hit the rum
But the time is flashing by
They gotta call it a night
But they know they'll be back again
Jamming at Euterpe's