First things first
We've been close for years
Whenever I would play
You would open your ears
Asked me to teach ya and I would
Slip you beers
We played all night
How'd we get to here?
Cause I!
Carried your bags
Your rags any your riches
We had each other's backs
Back then when we were big kids
But you just took it all for granted and ya ditched me!
Switched when I asked you to include me in the picture
It ain't!
It ain't all about you (no, no)
I really like all the things you do (ha ha ha...)
Then you blow your own horn, and you talk
And talk
It ain't (it ain't!)
It ain't all about you! (it ain't all about you.)
I really like all the things you do! (ha ha ha!)
Why'd you treat me like ya do, why'd you treat me like ya do?
Sha
Listen up now
We we dealt the same hand
Ya came running to me too quick
Wantin' the funds for your band
I showed you the ropes
It's up to you to make the most of it
Be your own man
I ain't holdin' your hand no more!
I know you won't
Because you must bee needing both hands
Bowing your own trumpet and jumping up to your own dance
It's so sad
Because we were so close
But now you don't even seem to notice me
Ya stuck so far up ya own ass
It ain't!
It ain't all about you (no, no)
I really like all the things you do (ha ha ha...)
Then you blow your own horn, and you talk
And talk
It ain't (it ain't!)
It ain't all about you! (it ain't all about you.)
I really like all the things you do! (ha ha ha!)
Why'd you treat me like ya do
Why'd you treat me like ya do?
This is gettin' silly
Little brother, ask our mother
Got a call from my mom said
"He's gonna run to play with ya"
Well I've got another one
Already. man, another one
Let's go, head-to-head
And than we'll see who is the better son
Ah, so typical
So competitive
I'll take up your offer, give ya some of your own medicine
Your heart's darker than a pint of old Guinness
I'm steppin' up and I ain't leave until ya finish
It ain't!
It ain't all about you (no, no)
I really like all the things you do (ha ha ha...)
Then you blow your own horn, and you talk
And talk
It ain't (it ain't!)
It ain't all about you! (it ain't all about you.)
I really like all the things you do! (ha ha ha!)
Why'd you treat me like ya do, why'd you treat me like ya do?
Ladies and gentleman
Django Rinehardt
Goes up against his little brother Django Rinehardt!
In a sound clash to musical death!
Lots of images folks
Get tickets now!
Django's stalling his brother's drummer!
No love lost, it can go straight to stringing!
Fist-to-fist!
The loser can't hide
And the winner takes all the pride
It ain't!
It ain't all about you (no, no)
I really like all the things you do (ha ha ha...)
Then you blow your own horn, and you talk
And talk
It ain't (it ain't!)
It ain't all about you! (it ain't all about you.)
I really like all the things you do! (ha ha ha!)
Why'd you treat me like ya do, why'd you treat me like ya do?
Rrrrreports coming from the grand brawl here!
Where we saw Django and Djanglo Rinehardt
Come toe-to-toe musically
And than physically blow-to-blow
After what was one of the great msuical shows
Of our time, with both brothers in their prime!
Loosing thir cool, and than loosing their minds
Both pulled out the considerable sharp knife
And the aftermath!
What can only be described as a musical bloodbath
Something happened that no man could have ever prized
Both brothers
Severed both
Their hands
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