Monk's New Tune - Michael Franks

Before I was saved by my better half

I once disappeared in a black-and-white photograph

That I was just staring at, framed on someone’s wall

How long it lasted, I could not say

But all of my heroes returned to play one last gig

And there was I, in the middle of it all

I’m drinking mai tais with pink umbrellas

I’m thinking, my, how high the moon

I hear the man say, «Heads up, fellas»

I hear the band play Monk’s new tune

We were bad!

We could perpetrate the beat!

Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?

Rumor spread clear down 52nd St

As we played Monk’s new tune

Since you’re a skeptic I’ll say no more

Of course, this was happening way back before, before

But nevertheless this was very real to me

Exactly like it was yesterday

My ears hear the music my hand were blessed to play

Inside that picture that took command of me

I’m drinking mai tais with pink umbrellas

I’m thinking, my, how high the moon

I hear the man say, «Heads up, fellas»

I hear the band play Monk’s new tune

We were bad!

We could perpetrate the beat!

Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?

Rumor spread clear down 52nd St

As we played Monk’s new tune

We were bad!

We could perpetrate the beat!

Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?

Rumor spread clear down 52nd St

As we played Monk’s new tune

We were bad!

We could perpetrate the beat!

Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?

Rumor spread clear down 52nd St

As we played Monk’s new tune

We were bad!

We could perpetrate the beat!

Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?

Rumor spread clear down 52nd St

As we played Monk’s new tune

We were bad!

We could perpetrate the beat!

Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?

Rumor spread clear down 52nd St

As we played Monk’s new tune

We were bad!

We could perpetrate the beat!

Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?

Rumor spread clear down 52nd St

As we played Monk’s new tune

We were bad!

We could perpetrate the beat…