Lyrics I'm on the Guestlist - Ron Gallo

I'm on the Guestlist

There’s no one that I ever need to see
But I say yes as long as it’s free
I struggle into my faded black tee
Six blocks to the door utter confidently
The big boy there asks to see my ID
Ask me if I got my tickets already
So big so small simultaneously
I’m on the guestlist
I’m on the guestlist
I’m on the guestlist
I’m on the guestlist
I played here just last week
I got 20 texts to 9:03
It’s my friends asking if they can get in for free
I said let me seal the deal, they never hear back from me
They remind me of who I never want to be
They remind me of who I never want to be
I’m on the guestlist
I’m on the guestlist
I’m on the guestlist
I’m on the guestlist
Stoned side stage in the VIP
Doesn’t sound good here, but look at me
I leave mid-set so stealthily
But it’s okay, it didn’t cost me a thing
Have a good night your majesty
Have a good night your majesty
Yeah
I’m on the guestlist
I’m on the guestlist
I’m on the guestlist
I’m on the guestlist
I’m on the guestlist
I’m on the guestlist
I’m on the guestlist
Yeah
I’m on the guestlist
Jerry: This reminds me, I was a kid when my mom went away and my sister had all
these parties with all the, the fucking bongs and shit--same stuff.
Yeah, it’s weird.
Reminds me of the '60s stuff
Ron Gallo: It doesn’t make you think of church?
Jerry: A little bit
Unconfirmed speaker: Yes!
Ron Gallo: It makes me think of church
Jerry: Listen, you never saw the parties my sister had, with the bikers,
and the van pulling up--the Scooby van with 40 hippies jumping out.
And you go up in the bedroom and listen to the Janis Joplin.
You can’t get
through the room--it's all smoked up with pot.
And this stuff