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.


F    A               Stick around. Stick around. 

F    A               Tables turn. Stick around. 

F    G              Stick around. Tables turn.

A                     Stick around.