Squire For Hire (Fouk Remix)

Hey

This cat sure got a groove goin' on here

Kind of reminds me of a squire

See he always calls himself, the squire for hire

Oh yeah

Folks would come from miles around

Just to hear what the squire was putting down

Now you know, the squire always had a secret smile on his face

Like he was listening to some other song in some other space

Ooh, ooh what a groove

Now everybody loved to be hanging with the squire for hire

Cos when he was flush, had some coin in his pocket

Aah, the party was on

Now sometimes the squire, had to make a square gig, you know

Maybe some birthdays, even a little convention or two

But boy when he was through

He always knew where he could go, to blow

He ha, and I do mean blow, um um um

Now another thing about the squire for hire

Were the threads on his back

Ooh solid jack

From his head to his feet

No other cat could hardly compete, with the squire

Now the last I heard, bout the squire for hire

He's still on the scene

He's playing his sax and he still is mean ya'll

So now if you hear that the squire is in your town

Run run run run

And run on down

Get your soul satisfied

Get your brain a little fried

By the squire for hire

He'll naturally set your soul on fire

Get the groove

Ah ah, the squire's on the move ya'll

Oh no he ain't backing up

He still ain't finished, filling his musical cup

Run on down and see the squire's when he's up off in your town

Cos he's still bad