Fakin' it Blooze



Fakin' it Blooze is a song off of Good Luck Boy.

Lyrics
Well, the bar seems so crazy tonight So noisy, and the smoke is making me lazy But don't it feel so grand To know that I'm the man Driving everybody to drink?

My heart goes ping To hear that cash register sing Ringing out the boss' favorite sounds And it makes me think that I'm in the wrong business Making music used to be so much fun

And I wish this stage I'm on would soon leave town I guess I just got a case of them old familiar What a drag it is to fake it How much longer can I take it blues

How can I ever forget entertaining Identical carbon copies of the latest hip styles? Do you think I could ever regret contemplatin' Sneakin' in through the back door of this crazy scene?

I guess I better get my mind back onto singing The jukebox in me gets so easily distracted And it makes me think that I'm in the wrong business Making music used to be so much fun

And I wish this stage I'm on would soon leave town I guess I just a got a case of them old familiar What a drag it is to fake it How much longer can I take it blues

Mr. Blue Suede Shoes just walked in the door Feeling low down and just trying to shake it Catches a glimpse of Miss 1942 Freshly arrived from the wax museum

He's done this all before but he'll do it once more Testing out his latest batch of brand-new lies And she surely wants it but she mustn't ever show it And he can't say he needs her or he'll blow it again

And I wonder what is bugging Mr. Shoes right now- Could it he's got a case of them old familiar What a drag it is to fake it How much longer can I take it blues?

And I wish this stage I'm on would soon leave town I know I got a dose of them old familiar What a drag it is to fake it How much longer can I take it blues

Musicians

 * Raffi
 * CAPAC
 * Lance Bennett - Harmonica
 * Pat Godfrey - Piano
 * Gene Falbo - Acoustic Bass
 * Raffi - Vocals and Acoustic Guitar
 * Produced by Paul Mills
 * Engineer: Don Geppert
 * Recorded at Thunder Sound; Toronto, 1975.