Give Up Worryin'
The Story So Far..... T'was one fine summer morning. Joe awoke on the floorboards of a flashy pad somewhere in Dublin's fair city. "A good memory is happiness" he silently said to himself as he walked out the door thinking 'bout the night before, when he saw his buddy John and the twenty five piece Global funk Orchestra roar. "No money, no job" were the words that ran through his head, when light from his bloodshot eyes shed on a poster that said "1,000 pounds to be won, talent contest it is my son, only two can perform." So he called up his sis and said "Aoife you can sing can't ya?" She said "Yea kinda...." So they jammed all day with fear and fright for the simple reason that the show was that night, but they told themselves everything was gonna be all right and won the money with sweet delight. The crowd they clapped and danced away, when then appeared John who said, "Got somethin' to say. Damn it you people never knew ya could play, you should come along jam with me someday. What do ya say?" So they jammed all night, till the rise of sunlight when no-ones really that polite, and cried aloud light a spit in the face. So alright we need some bass, without the basics we're all over the place and that's a disgrace, keep the pace and smash the plates. When all of a sudden he appeared with a bass in his hand sayin' "You woke me up but don't worry it's grand." Then he started to play, sing and tap his hand. "What's your name?" they said. "Call me BASSMAN." So they gelled together and floated down stream, Joe looked at the sky and thought it was a dream. He woke up on stage with what it did seem, a kickin' band playin' like a killin' machine.