Bob Clay and I are friends by association....LOL...through the love of music and the need to create. He's my favorite beach music creator.....allowing room for our Ron Madore.
The story that created this lyric is true...and MABs been preaching...WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW.
Here in Garden City(a burb of Myrtle Beach....lol) there is a wonderful pier ..and yes, on Thursday nights in tourist season...there is a real, live karaoke night. My sweetheart talked me into "checking it out" and I was so freaked out by the endless parade of "characters" on that pier....hahahaha....and this song lyric was born.
Bob had written a melody for another beachy tune..and I know the man loves the beach...so I sent this to him....I am beyond pleased with his melody and rendition of Karaoke Night.
We are unofficially planning the first gathering of the Songramp members on Myrtle Beach in a few weeks......yes, photos will be taken....what do we call that one....the BeachBash? LOL
Karaoke Night at the Garden City Pier
Peggy Mack/Bob Clay
Revised
April 20, 2011
Saved up all my money,
driving route 95
Makes me wish I had a beer
Can’t wait to be a tourist cruisin Garden City
There’s happy hour Thursdays on the Pier
With a wide open invitation
To anyone who thinks he can sing.
Cause nothing can compare
with the thrill in the air…
When it’s Karaoke Night at the Garden City Pier.
Climbin’ up the stairs, I’m feeling the rush
Wonderin’ Am I ready for this?
Sweet twin grannies, short skirts and gloves,
And an off duty cop who looks like Elvis.
The crowd’s a strange blend
of bikini clad bikers
and beach bums with grey beards.
Yeah! nothin’ can compare
with the thrill in the air….
When it’s Karaoke Night at the Garden City Pier.
Chorus:
Sit em down, Set em up
Keep the Bud light flowing
Plug em in, Turn em up
Get the speakers roaring
Cause the rowdy crowds
Are pouring in…..
It’s Karaoke Night
at the Garden City Pier
Bridge:
Just when cold feet hit me
a salty fisherman walks by
He’s grinnin’ with no teeth.
And says,
Give it try!
“what the hell,
You’re here, ain’t ya?
Wild Frat boys sporting
Viking horned caps
Leaning on each other
while singing loud and flat
The winner, who could guess
Is a witchy lookin’ lady
In black suede boots,
Singin’ Brittney’s Hit Me Baby…
You never know what you might see….
Or who may win the prize…..
Cause nothing can compare
With the thrill in the air
When it’s Karaoke night at the Garden City Pier.
Chorus:
Sit em down, Set em up
Keep the Bud light flowing
Plug em in, Turn em up
Get the speakers roaring
Cause rowdy crowds
Are pouring in….
It’s Karaoke Night at the Garden City Pier