Lyrics Monk's New Tune - Michael Franks

Monk's New Tune

Before I was saved by my better half
I once disappeared in a black-and-white photograph
That I was just staring at, framed on someone’s wall
How long it lasted, I could not say
But all of my heroes returned to play one last gig
And there was I, in the middle of it all
I’m drinking mai tais with pink umbrellas
I’m thinking, my, how high the moon
I hear the man say, «Heads up, fellas»
I hear the band play Monk’s new tune
We were bad!
We could perpetrate the beat!
Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
As we played Monk’s new tune
Since you’re a skeptic I’ll say no more
Of course, this was happening way back before, before
But nevertheless this was very real to me
Exactly like it was yesterday
My ears hear the music my hand were blessed to play
Inside that picture that took command of me
I’m drinking mai tais with pink umbrellas
I’m thinking, my, how high the moon
I hear the man say, «Heads up, fellas»
I hear the band play Monk’s new tune
We were bad!
We could perpetrate the beat!
Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
As we played Monk’s new tune
We were bad!
We could perpetrate the beat!
Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
As we played Monk’s new tune
We were bad!
We could perpetrate the beat!
Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
As we played Monk’s new tune
We were bad!
We could perpetrate the beat!
Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
As we played Monk’s new tune
We were bad!
We could perpetrate the beat!
Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
As we played Monk’s new tune
We were bad!
We could perpetrate the beat!
Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
As we played Monk’s new tune
We were bad!
We could perpetrate the beat…