Crowd Pleaser - Rupert Holmes

I play guitar.

I back her up.

She’s the star of a bar band

She packs 'em in, but I’m packin' up—'cause this used to be our band

Night after night, they watch her move tightly up to that mike

And she steals the crowd’s heart.

They may not know art but they know what they

like

Crowd pleaser wontcha please me?

Crowd pleaser wontcha please be mine?

Here’s how it is: the band was once his, then she came along

And she moved the right way, and he gave her her say for the price of a song

She sings the best.

This is the worst, and I can’t stand to share her

So I’m gettin' out or she’ll get me first.

If I only could tear her

Face from their eyes, but I realize that’s just what she needs

So I play till it stings and I choke these metal strings till my lightnin' hand

bleeds

Well I’m drawing the line 'cause she tells me she’s mine but she’s sharing the

wealth

I suppose I should leave 'cause I just can’t believe this is good for my health

Crowd pleaser, wontcha please me?

Crowd pleaser, wontcha please be mine?