My Cello (Live)

First gun I ever seen

It was down the barrel

First road I ever been

It was dark and narrow as a rule

But I know you read your magazines

You probably heard my name

In all your magazines

Following my flame

Baddest thing I ever done

Was just to be a photo

But that didn't seem to work with you

What happened to your mother?

But you don't need this can of beans

So get back to your magazines

Check what's on page 92

There's a recipe for loving you

It's a cookin' little recipe

All you needin' is a fellow

Why couldn't that boy be me?

I'm as mellow as a cello

But I want to know how come

My cello don't play for you

It needs to play or it gets blue

If it don't play a song a day

I might as well throw the thing away

I might as well throw the thing away

But you're still lookin' at my darker side

The side I never denied

But I'm changin' every day

And you're still pickin' on my weaker points

And I've been loosenin' up my joints

To make my cello play

Where you gettin' all that stuff you read?

'Round the corner do you shop?

Sounds like some kind of basic need

That would really get you hoppin'

You can hop on this

I know you're recognizin' me

I'm on page 12 and 43

Got the music so just relax

I play my cello to the max

I've got to play my cello for you

It needs to play or it gets blue

It needs to play or it gets blue

It needs to play for you