Millionth Customer

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V6-WILD

[Intro: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, belted, horns blasting]
Hold the door
Here he comes

[Verse 1: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, swinging hard, every line punched]
Pressed my one good suit with a pan on the stove
Shined my shoes with butter and a dollar-store robe
Wore my uncle's tie and a flower in the lapel
Hat at an angle, I was looking too swell
Fourteen dollars and thirty-seven cents
Folded in an envelope, crisp as the rent
Strut down the avenue, the pigeons all part
Every window on the block got a crack in its heart

[Chorus: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, belted, horns hitting every stop]
Dressed to the nines for fourteen dollars
Gold on my cuffs and starch in my collar
Small in the pocket but loud in the hall
Dressed to the nines and I'm walking tall

[Verse 2: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, swinging, grinning]
Revolving door, gave it three good spins
Security guard asking where I been
Thought they'd roll a carpet, got a plain old rope
I stepped up to the counter like a man with hope
Teller looked at the envelope, looked at my hat
Said sir, is that all, I said baby, that's that
Slid her the bills like a deck of aces
Coins in a line in their proper places

[Bridge: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, the drums break into a fill, building fast]
Then the lights start flashing and a bell start ringing
Manager running with his necktie swinging
Giant cardboard check with my name on the line
Millionth deposit, it's mine, all mine

[Instrumental Break: shout chorus in the lobby, confetti cannon, the full horn line plays the hook in unison, loud as a parade]

[Verse 3: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, belting over the horns]
Confetti in my hat and a camera in my face
Tellers doing kicks all over the place
Old man from the line got his cane in the air
Lady from the drive-through dancing on a chair
They gave me a toaster and a year of free checks
And a sash that say winner hanging off of my neck
Fourteen thirty-seven and a hand from the boss
Man, it's never the money, it's the cut of the cloth

[Outro: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, belted, the last horn chord rings out and fades]
Same time next week
Bring the cannon

[End]

2646/7500

[Intro: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, belted, horns blasting] Hold the door Here he comes [Verse 1: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, swinging hard, every line punched] Pressed my one good suit with a pan on the stove Shined my shoes with butter and a dollar-store robe Wore my uncle's tie and a flower in the lapel Hat at an angle, I was looking too swell Fourteen dollars and thirty-seven cents Folded in an envelope, crisp as the rent Strut down the avenue, the pigeons all part Every window on the block got a crack in its heart [Chorus: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, belted, horns hitting every stop] Dressed to the nines for fourteen dollars Gold on my cuffs and starch in my collar Small in the pocket but loud in the hall Dressed to the nines and I'm walking tall [Verse 2: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, swinging, grinning] Revolving door, gave it three good spins Security guard asking where I been Thought they'd roll a carpet, got a plain old rope I stepped up to the counter like a man with hope Teller looked at the envelope, looked at my hat Said sir, is that all, I said baby, that's that Slid her the bills like a deck of aces Coins in a line in their proper places [Chorus: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, belted, horns hitting every stop] Dressed to the nines for fourteen dollars Gold on my cuffs and starch in my collar Small in the pocket but loud in the hall Dressed to the nines and I'm walking tall [Bridge: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, the drums break into a fill, building fast] Then the lights start flashing and a bell start ringing Manager running with his necktie swinging Giant cardboard check with my name on the line Millionth deposit, it's mine, all mine [Instrumental Break: shout chorus in the lobby, confetti cannon, the full horn line plays the hook in unison, loud as a parade] [Verse 3: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, belting over the horns] Confetti in my hat and a camera in my face Tellers doing kicks all over the place Old man from the line got his cane in the air Lady from the drive-through dancing on a chair They gave me a toaster and a year of free checks And a sash that say winner hanging off of my neck Fourteen thirty-seven and a hand from the boss Man, it's never the money, it's the cut of the cloth [Chorus: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, belted, horns hitting every stop] Dressed to the nines for fourteen dollars Gold on my cuffs and starch in my collar Small in the pocket but loud in the hall Dressed to the nines and I'm walking tall [Outro: Brassy hard-swinging male lead, belted, the last horn chord rings out and fades] Same time next week Bring the cannon [End]

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