I been workin' all day for the minimum pay,
Sortin' and a stackin' for the man.
I been workin' up a sweat and my brow is all wet,
And I been pushin' just as hard as I can.
My face is covered in dirt and my darn feet hurt!
I'm achin' from the effort that I had to exert,
And all I've got to show for it is my own filthy shirt,
Sweat patches rag!
I get home real late, about a quarter to eight,
My lady's waitin' with a tonic and gin.
She says "you're lookin' quite fine, I can't believe that you're mine,
"So won't you hurry up and let yourself in!"
I can't believe what I see, she's acting fancy for me,
Despite my shirt that smells like something died in '93,
She must know I've had a hard day at the library!
Sweat patches rag!
Sweat patches, sweat patches rag!
Stacking books and saying "shoosh!" takes the puff out of me!
Sweat patches rag!
Vibrant, playful jazz in the chordless tradition from this new Australian quartet, who embrace both freedom and swing. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2021