Lyrics Wear 'em Tight - Matt McAndrew

Wear 'em Tight

The rockers, rockers, rockers got my life movin' fast
But the jazzers, jazzers, jazzers, they’re livin' in the past
And all the people, people, people, they just wanna dance
Oh come on baby, baby, baby, do you wanna take a chance?
Talkin' mean out on the street
Pickin' strings and pickin' fights
Put my rooster on the beat
Pull 'em down and wear 'em tight
What say you, say you, say you, you wanna be a band?
But they don’t pay you, pay you, pay you when you’re living in a van
And all this talkin', talkin', talkin' don’t get you anywhere
Let’s all go out and do it, do it, do it while we’re young enough to care
Talkin' mean out on the street
Pickin' strings and pickin' fights
Put my rooster on the beat
Pull 'em down and wear 'em tight
This showbiz, showbiz, showbiz is more or less a joke
But do I look good, look good, look good in the mirror made of smoke?
Cause I got a feelin', feelin', feelin' that you don’t give a damn
Aw, come on baby, baby, baby, do you know who I am?
Talkin' mean out on the street
Pickin' strings and pickin' fights
Put my rooster on the beat
Pull 'em down and wear 'em tight