Laraby's Gang - Spin Doctors

Stoop’s so fine on a summer’s eve

When you sit outside for a short reprieve

Talk to folks as they come and leave

Jono, Jay, and Crazy Steve

Night is down but it’s bright as day

You haven’t been around since you went away

Feels so good so that’s what you say

Folks say «Hi,» but you say «Hey.»

Well, that old mad dog, he’s barking for the blues bone

Orpheus got a black book and a telephone

Plays that lyre 'cause he doesn’t want to be alone;

One look back…

Buy a beer, find a place to stand

Have a couple laughs and hear the band

Smoke a couple of your favorite brand

Wake up with a stamp on the back of your hand

Don’t blame me, It’s all been Laraby’s gang, now, now

Don’t blame me, for the song that the Nightingale sang, now, now

Don’t blame me, 'bout the vanishing waif

Don’t blame me if your safe ain’t safe, now, now

Sun comes up, you’re still awake

There’s the sky, still as a lake

Not even that can drown the ache

Looks so high, it must be fake