BAD LUCK IN HIGH HEELS [Intro — Slap upright bass solo, fingers snapping, muted trumpet enters with a mischievous riff] [Spoken female vocal, playful and teasing] Well, well, well… Look what the cat dragged in. [Full brass section hits three explosive stabs] One, two… One, two, THREE, FOUR! [Explosive ska guitar and swinging big-band groove] [Verse 1 — Sassy rhythmic female vocals] I got a lipstick stain on a parking ticket, A twenty-dollar bill and a boy who didn’t get it. Got a secondhand dress and a first-class smile, Been making bad decisions in exceptional style. My mama said, “Honey, better settle yourself.” But I put that good advice on the highest shelf. Got a pocket full of trouble and a head full of dreams, And nothing in this town is quite as sweet as it seems. [Pre-Chorus — Horns answering every vocal line] They say I’m reckless! (Hey, hey!) A little excessive! (Ooh, yeah!) But if you’re gonna make a mess, You might as well look impressive! [Chorus — MASSIVE BRASS HOOK, infectious female harmonies] I’m BAD LUCK IN HIGH HEELS! A good time in disguise! Got a heart full of thunder And a dangerous pair of eyes! Oh, I might be trouble! But honey, trouble feels right! I’m BAD LUCK IN HIGH HEELS! And I’m dancing through the night! [Horn Hook — Trumpet and sax playing a catchy syncopated melody] BA-DA-BAH! BA-DA-BAH! HEY! HEY! [Verse 2 — Bouncy ska rhythm, aggressive walking upright bass] Met a handsome little devil in a three-piece suit, Had a silver-tipped cane and expensive boots. Said, “Darling, you’re a vision, let me buy you a drink.” I said, “You better buy a brain before you try to think!” He had a pocket full of money and a mouth full of lies, A diamond on his finger and a wandering eye. I took his lucky poker chip, left a kiss on his cheek, Said, “Better luck next time, I’m booked all week!” [Short Saxophone Fill] [Pre-Chorus — Building vocal harmonies] They call me crazy! (So what!) A little outrageous! (Oh, yeah!) But ordinary never made A single night contagious! [Chorus — Full big-band explosion] I’m BAD LUCK IN HIGH HEELS! A good time in disguise! Got a heart full of thunder And a dangerous pair of eyes! Oh, I might be trouble! But honey, trouble feels right! I’m BAD LUCK IN HIGH HEELS! And I’m dancing through the night! [Instrumental Break — Upright bass slapping aggressively, fast piano runs, trumpet and tenor sax trading solos, rising electronic dance pulse] [Brass section stops suddenly] [Spoken female vocal] Boys… You can keep your diamonds. [Upright bass plucks twice] I prefer something with a little more… [Whisper] Rhythm. [EXPLOSIVE HORN DROP — Full electro-swing dance break, furious ska guitar, pounding drums and brass riffs] [Bridge — Stripped down to double bass, finger snaps and smoky jazz vocals] Now I’ve been broke, And I’ve been blue. Worn out my welcome, And a good pair of shoes. But I learned one thing From falling apart… You can’t buy rhythm, And you can’t fake heart. [Spoken — Complete band silence] And sweetheart… I got BOTH! [Massive brass hit — Band crashes back in] [Final Chorus — Double-time ska feel, soaring female harmonies, crowd chants] I’M BAD LUCK IN HIGH HEELS! A GOOD TIME IN DISGUISE! GOT A HEART FULL OF THUNDER AND A DANGEROUS PAIR OF EYES! OH, I MIGHT BE TROUBLE! BUT HONEY, TROUBLE FEELS RIGHT! I’M BAD LUCK IN HIGH HEELS! AND I’M DANCING THROUGH THE NIGHT! [Backing vocals — Call and response] (Bad luck!) GOOD LOVIN’! (High heels!) KEEP COMIN’! (Bad luck!) WHO’S RUNNIN’? NOT ME, BABY! [Extended Outro — Wild trumpet solo, screaming tenor sax, fast walking bass, ska guitar and explosive electronic swing beat] [Spoken female vocals over band] I never said I was an angel… [Brass stab] Never said I was a saint… [Brass stab] But if you’re looking for a good time… [Music stops] Honey… YOU AIN’T SEEN NOTHING YET! [Final furious brass run, crashing drums, tight synchronized final band hit] [End]
