I think the world of you
You know I wish you well
Whatever tightens your screw
Whatever rings your bell
Whatever floats your boat
Whatever greases your pan
And if solo guitar is what starts your car
Here comes the guitar man.
GUITAR BREAK
I must admit I don’t know
What lights up your eyes
What makes your ketchup flow
What makes your elevator rise
But whatever it is
It’s all right with me
And if solo bass can bring a smile to your face
We’ll play it basically.
BASS BREAK
Some people wake up in the morning, put their shorts and T-shirt
on, and take a run.
Some people go back to sleep and dream about sheep running by one
by one
Whatever thickens your bisque
Whatever answers your prayer
Whatever downloads your disc
Whatever loads your software
Whatever pulls your cork
Whatever ripens your cheese
And if solo piana is what peels your banana
Then let us tinkle the keys.
PIANO BREAK
I hope your needs are met
And your desires fulfilled
Whatever fires your jets
Whatever lifts your kilt
Whatever grinds your beans
Whatever milks your cow
And if a little drum break can bake your cake
Well, here’s one right now.
DRUM BREAK
Some people go to parties, love the hubbub, the clamor, the roar
Some people sit on the porch and love to listen to the moths
beating gently on the old screen door
Whatever gives you a thrill,
Whatever makes your light shine,
That is your free will,
It’s no business of mine.
Whatever chills your beer,
Whatever fills your cup.
And if a moment of silence puts your heart in the highlands,
I’d be glad to shut up.
SILENCE BREAK
Whatever swabs your decks
Whatever fills your pies
Whatever builds your pecs
Whatever shapes up your thighs
What magnetizes your strip
Whatever bales your hay
And if violin is what makes your day begin
Then let us make your day.
Some people love Puccini, they could listen to his operas night
and day
Some people love hip hop continuous and never stop with the sound
turned up all the way
Whatever tunes your lute
Whatever upgrades your file
Whatever opens your chute
Whatever grouts your tile
Whatever tailors your suit
Whatever styles your hair
And if a radio show can make your garden grow
Then let’s go on the air.
INST. TO END