Stick Around
©2020 Garrett Clevenger
Em riff Bobby sank the eight ball,
Em riff a bank shot off the five
Em riff into the side pocket. That’s
D how he felt alive.
Em riff The next player racked ‘em up.
Em riff Bobby took a drink.
Em riff He lined up to break the balls but
D stumbled by Betty’s wink.
G D C Staring down the other end: the most stunning lady.
G D C He whiffed the break when Betty said, “I like the way you play.
G D C “Your stick control is magical. You always get ‘em in.
F A “If you beat me honestly then
you can be my man.”
Em riff She tapped in a solid and
Em riff two more after that.
Em riff Betty purred seductively
D like a pussycat.
Em riff Bobby blushed and lost focus.
Em riff The six ball she popped in.
Em riff His arm she stroked with her shaft and
D said, “I’m just startin’.”
G D C Bobby wanted nothing less than bring her home that night.
G D C He watched her strike the five ball in and started feeling fright.
G D C She slipped and knocked the cue ball off under a sly smile.
F A Torturing her victims was Betty’s wicked style.
Em riff Bobby chalked his cue tip and
Em riff said, “I’m comin’ for you.”
Em riff He missed an easy shot
D all due to the view.
Em riff The one and the seven, she
Em riff sunk one by one.
Em riff Her last solid was nailed with force. Betty
D said, “That was fun.”
G D C She pointed to the eight ball hanging on the hole.
G D C Bobby felt his stocking filling up with lumps of coal.
G D C They burned away when she scratched and laid her cue stick down.
F A “You may not have won honestly but Bobby stick around.
F A “Every guy bumps my stick. Cheaters makes me frown.
F A “I can tell you’ve got control. Bobby let’s go pound.”
F A Stick around.
F A Tables turn. Stick around.
F A Stick around.
Jam
F A Stick around. Stick around.
F A Tables turn. Stick around.
F G Stick around. Tables turn.
A Stick around.