Talent Show

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V6-WILD

[INTRO — instrumental, tumbling bass, nervous sax flutters]

[HOOK — jittery, brave]
Talent show, talent show (oh no)
Her partner's got the flu and there's nowhere else to go
Talent show, talent show (oh no)
A dad with a tambourine in the second row
(talent show)

[VERSE 1 — rapid, jittery]
Lila's duet partner threw up at lunch (sick)
And the show's at seven — that's the whole punch
Line — she looks at me with them eyes like a plea
Says daddy, you know the words — baby, barely
But backstage we go, me in a borrowed bow tie
Forty-one years old and about to die
On a middle school stage with a four-foot microphone
Kids doing card tricks, a girl with a trombone
Lila whispers the counts, the steps, the smile marks
I'm sweating through places that ain't sweated since high
School — our number's next — the curtain's got a gap
I can see every parent in the town out back
My hands doing jazz hands that nobody asked for
And Lila squeezes twice like we practiced before

[VERSE 2 — cracking open, braver]
Then the lights hit hot and the music starts small
And my little girl opens her mouth and that's all
She wrote — voice like a bell in a quiet hall
And I come in late on the harmony, haul
My way up to the note — miss — catch — land
Tambourine shaking like the whole thing's planned
The crowd goes from patient to actually loud
And Lila's grinning at her old man out loud
I miss the second verse cue, she covers me smooth
Like she's the parent, like she's making the rules
And somewhere in the middle of missing and trying
The fear burned off and left something flying

[HOOK — big, cracked, joyful]
Talent show, talent show (oh no)
Her partner's got the flu and there's nowhere else to go
Talent show, talent show (oh no)
A dad with a tambourine in the second row

[BRIDGE — piano stabs, voice bare]
We got third place — a ribbon the size of a stamp
She wore it to breakfast like an Olympic champ
Said we was robbed — I said baby, we were
But I'd lose every show just to stand next to her

[OUTRO — sax flutters and fades]
(talent show... talent show...)
Third place, baby
We was robbed

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[INTRO — instrumental, tumbling bass, nervous sax flutters] [HOOK — jittery, brave] Talent show, talent show (oh no) Her partner's got the flu and there's nowhere else to go Talent show, talent show (oh no) A dad with a tambourine in the second row (talent show) [VERSE 1 — rapid, jittery] Lila's duet partner threw up at lunch (sick) And the show's at seven — that's the whole punch Line — she looks at me with them eyes like a plea Says daddy, you know the words — baby, barely But backstage we go, me in a borrowed bow tie Forty-one years old and about to die On a middle school stage with a four-foot microphone Kids doing card tricks, a girl with a trombone Lila whispers the counts, the steps, the smile marks I'm sweating through places that ain't sweated since high School — our number's next — the curtain's got a gap I can see every parent in the town out back My hands doing jazz hands that nobody asked for And Lila squeezes twice like we practiced before [VERSE 2 — cracking open, braver] Then the lights hit hot and the music starts small And my little girl opens her mouth and that's all She wrote — voice like a bell in a quiet hall And I come in late on the harmony, haul My way up to the note — miss — catch — land Tambourine shaking like the whole thing's planned The crowd goes from patient to actually loud And Lila's grinning at her old man out loud I miss the second verse cue, she covers me smooth Like she's the parent, like she's making the rules And somewhere in the middle of missing and trying The fear burned off and left something flying [HOOK — big, cracked, joyful] Talent show, talent show (oh no) Her partner's got the flu and there's nowhere else to go Talent show, talent show (oh no) A dad with a tambourine in the second row [BRIDGE — piano stabs, voice bare] We got third place — a ribbon the size of a stamp She wore it to breakfast like an Olympic champ Said we was robbed — I said baby, we were But I'd lose every show just to stand next to her [OUTRO — sax flutters and fades] (talent show... talent show...) Third place, baby We was robbed

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