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Charlie Watts LyricsUp on the stage
Under the lights
Eight drunks in the crowd
But we're feeling alright
So crank up the amps
Step on the gas
Only need three chords
'Cause we ain't playing jazz

Sleep til noon in the practice room
What a colorful drag
All you need is just out of reach
Well don't feel bad

I confess
I'm a mess
Can't be what I'm not
Gotta hold it all together like a poor man's
Charlie Watts

Too little time
Too many pills
All the girls know our names
But we can't pay the bills
So where did it go
So terribly wrong
Was it when the drummer said
That he wrote his first song

Sleep til noon in the practice room
What a colorful drag
All you need is just out of reach
Do you want it that bad

I confess
I'm a mess
Can't be what I'm not
Gotta hold it all together like a poor man's
Charlie Watts

Gotta hold it all together like a poor man's
Charlie Watts

Gotta keep it all together like my main man
Charlie Watts