🎵 Glenn at the Circle Inn on Saturday Night🎵 (Verse 1) On Hot Texas night, tempers run thin, Crowd piled in at the Circle Inn, Glenn had a few… well maybe ten, And trouble come driftin’ in. (Verse 2) Words got loud, fists got near, Alice stepped in, made it clear, “Take it outside—not in here,” Folks knew better than to sneer. (Chorus) Ohhh Glenn… Lord, here we go again, Circle Inn on a Saturday wind, Swamp cooler spinnin’, don’t step in— You know it’s gonna hit the fan. Yeah Glenn… you crazy ol’ hand, Half lit up and half unplanned, Leavin’ stories all over this land— You know it’s gonna hit the fan. (Verse 3) Didn’t drive off, didn’t think twice, Beer-talk bold ain’t always wise, Round back beyond the neon light… He had himself a plan that night. (Verse 4) Pulled the side panel off that old machine, Where the cool air crossed the scene, And what come next… well it weren’t clean— He re-leaved himself right in there But it sure was somethin’ to be seen. That squirrel cage caught it mid-spin, Slung it wide from wall to wall within, Dancers froze, couldn’t begin… Just shook their heads, it was just Glenn. (Chorus) Ohhh Glenn… Lord, here we go again, Circle Inn on a Saturday wind, Swamp cooler spinnin’, don’t step in— You know it’s gonna hit the fan. Yeah Glenn… you crazy ol’ hand, Half lit up and half unplanned, Leavin’ stories all over this land— You know it’s gonna hit the fan. (Outro) Ohhh Glenn… yeah they laugh again, Ain’t nobody quite like him, From the front door to the dance floor span— You know it hit the fan. Yeah they fussed, then laughed it on, By next Saturday it was mostly gone, Just another tale passed along… From them Circle Inn nights long gone.
