[Verse 1: cajun louisiana male MC, strutting over the stomping kick and the rubboard] Saturday night at Dupre Hall, the floor is pine and hot Got a rubboard on my chest, and it's the only one I got Corrugated tin, cut it from my mama's laundry board Two church keys in my fingers, I been scrapin' since I'm four Big Claude on the accordion, he the leader, he the face He squeezin' out the melody and tellin' me my place "Ti-Paul, you ain't a player, you just scratchin' on a vest You the noise behind the music, and the music is the rest" Every gig he takin' half and handin' me what's left Twenty years I been the scrape, and Claude been callin' it a mess [Hook: cajun MC, shouted, the rubboard scraping every line] Rub it in, rub it in, spoons on the tin Every time you say I'm nothin', baby, watch me rub it in Scrape it on the two, scrape it on the four Ain't a soul on the floor gonna sit down no more [Verse 2: cajun MC, faster, the fiddle sawing under him] So tonight the hall is jumpin', two-step clear across the floor Mamas spinnin' in their sneakers, shrimp boat men up by the door Claude stops in the second set and says "I want a bigger share" Owner said "Not one more dollar." Claude said "Then I'm outta here" Packed his box up in the case and he went stompin' out the back Left a fiddle and a drummer and a bass and me in black And the dancers froze like somebody hit the lights off at the switch Claude out in the parkin' lot just waitin' on the room to quit [Countdown: the fiddle cuts out, cajun MC counts it back in on the rubboard, then the whole band slams in together] Four, three, two, one Scrape it! [Hook] Rub it in, rub it in, spoons on the tin Every time you say I'm nothin', baby, watch me rub it in Scrape it on the two, scrape it on the four Ain't a soul on the floor gonna sit down no more [Verse 3: cajun MC, full strut, every bar on the stomping kick] Drummer hit the kick, the bass come walkin' up the line And I scraped that board so hard the sparks was flyin' every time Fiddle sawin' on the melody where Claude used to be And the whole floor went to dancin', and they dancin' now to me Every key across the ridges like a freight train on the rails Ladies hollerin' "Ti-Paul!" and the shrimp men bangin' pails Two hours with no accordion and not a body sat down Claude came peekin' through the doorway, and the whole place turned around Owner counted out Claude's half and stuffed it right inside my vest Said "The noise behind the music? Son, the noise is all the rest" [Hook] Rub it in, rub it in, spoons on the tin Every time you say I'm nothin', baby, watch me rub it in Scrape it on the two, scrape it on the four Ain't a soul on the floor gonna sit down no more [End]
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