Ella's In The Band

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Baby's in the kitchen on a big black trombone I'm in the bedroom on the cursed phone Everybody laughs when the band goes too slow Meeting every Tuesday in a club in Soho I'm just dreaming of Rockefeller Plaza Paul's on the ball with the bedroom plaything Wishing he could give her a damn good thrashing Everybody cries, "Well good for you, Paul We never liked her very much at all" I'm just dreaming of Rockefeller Plaza I'm just waiting on magic shoes Got three weird chords and I just can't lose I'm just finding my own way there Well I lost my voice and I grew my hair Brother Jon's long gone, he keeps his nose clean He's suckin on a black and white TV screen Says he got a girl a playbook memory Pictures on the wall and a dog named Henry I'm just dreaming of Rockefeller Plaza Ella's in the band, but she's always solo Dressed in rags and covered in day-glow Banging on the drums like a Meg White throwback Screaming all the while at her husband, poor Jack I'm just dreaming of Rockefeller Plaza I'm just waiting on pigs to fly Got cold dead brains and a reason why If I just didn't move half as slow I'd be a dog in your one-man show I'm just waiting on magic shoes Got three weird chords and I just can't lose I'm just finding my own way there So I lost my voice and I grew my hair I'm just waiting on pigs to fly Got cold dead brains and no reason why If I just didn't move half as slow I'd be a dog in your one-man show