Crowded In Here
(©2010 Steve Connelly)



I remember the first time I picked up the guitar
it was way out of tune, but I felt like a star.
Put these lines on my fingers, kept the lines off my face,
put some change in my pockets, kept me falling from grace.
Now the bridge is all rusted, the saddles are worn,
the finish is faded, the case is all torn,
the necks gone crooked, the heads are all shot,
throw this axe in the fire when the wood is all chopped, yeah…

It’s getting crowded in here, I can barely breathe.
The party’s not over and I’m ready to leave.
Voices babbling on and the smoke never clears,
I’m stepping outside, it’s getting crowded in here.

Just like Johnny B. Goode I’m ringing that bell,
doin’ my time in the Heartbreak Hotel,
like my friend, Jimmy, man I feel pretty ill,
like the boys down in Graceland taking Elvis’ pills.
Here come all the young dudes, they say they’ll not fade away,
tellin’ my generation that’ll be the day.
Hey, Buddy Holly, I’m comin’ to rave
Roll over, Beethoven, make room in the grave.

It’s getting crowded in here, I can barely breathe.
The party’s not over and I’m ready to leave.
Voices babbling on and the smoke never clears,
I’m stepping outside, it’s getting crowded in here.

From a condo in Maui to a street in New York
came one mixed up chap on a celebrity stalk.
A man on a mission filled a man full of holes,
took a piece of my heart, the rock out of my roll.

It’s getting crowded in here, I can barely breathe.
The party’s not over and I’m ready to leave.
Voices babbling on and the smoke never clears,
I’m stepping outside, it’s getting crowded in here.