If you have ever been a regular at a bar or spent any time out "socializing" then the themes of this song should be familiar
lyrics
It’s Friday night
Or is it Saturday
It matters nay
For tonight
I’m tiger tight
And life
Is just where I left it
Among the blessed
The captains, the queens
The young men who were strapping
And played for the team
The cream of the crop
The top of the heap
The leaders whose pop’s
Bought cops like sheep
The voted “too sweet”
Those with the best eyes
“My dad owns this street”
well mine, owns the sky”
some come to compete
it’s no real surprise
But it’s all a dead heat
For those who come by (comply)
On the
Wagon Wheel
It feels the same
As it
Always will
And the folks remain
On the
Wagon Wheel
I drown the shame
That I
Always feel
When I play this game
I didn’t forget about you
The best dance crew’s
Or the thespian’s who
Acted so friendly
And bet, you’ve improved
Those who have moved
To a triumphant return
The cooler than cool
who reluctantly burn
turn after turn
playing video poker
The cigarette smokers
Who are quitting tomorrow
The sitting in sorrow’s
The “can I borrow a dollars”’s
All the Max powers
And Homer’s combined
All the clams in the chowder
A real “good time”
passing the hours
till 5th after 9
But the party’s not over
See, the parking lot’s fine
On the
Wagon Wheel
It feels the same
As it
Always will
And the folks remain
On the
Wagon Wheel
I drown the shame
That I
Always feel
When I play this game
credits
from Reality Cheque,
released March 3, 2011
Written by Ruby, Lyrics by Boca, Performed by MHR, Produced by Wex
The London collective combine Afrobeat, dub, Latin music, jazz, and more for an album that simmers and percolates. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 25, 2019