Jeff: This song is apparently about our Vegas trips and my, uh, “reputation.” Apparently. Anthony wrote the lyrics, so I’m guessing. I wouldn’t want to assume anything….
Anthony: Well it’s getting to be that time again. The next Vegas trip is on the horizon and it sure helps get you through those weeks when you’re swamped at work and sick to boot. So as I sat remembering Vegas trips past I recalled a particlular scenario that has always provided us with laughs…unfortunately at Jeff’s expense. See he has this habit of just sorta disappearing from bars and then being gone for God knows how long. Truly only God knows because by the time we realize he’s gone no one is sure when he left. And of course when we find him he’s shamed us all in some form or another. But don’t go thinking this is a slam on Jeff. As I told him when I wrote it, it’s truly a love song. Cuz we love laughing our asses off at him. Enjoy.
Crossposted from http://fawm.org/songs/4494/
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Lyrics:
Can’t say I remember
Exactly when
Somewhere between
Beers 9 and 10
I noticed the gap
Between me and Floyd
An empty barstool
No one filling the void
I couldn’t believe
He’d gone off and left
So I turned to Floyd and I said,
“Where’s Jeff?”
In typical fashion
Floyd looked around
Up at the ceiling
Down on the ground
Then saw his beer
Sitting there on the bar
Took a big drink
And thought real hard
Then he seemed to forget
And he seemed to go deaf
Cuz he looked at me and yelled,
“Where’s Jeff?”
(Chorus)
Where’s Jeff?
Where’d he go?
When’d he leave?
I dunno
Well whaddya think?
Should we stay here and drink?
Or go see if we
Can find Jeff?
Now leaving was easier
Said than done
Cuz them barstools were taller
Then when we’d begun
So I scanned the bar
And saw lotsa faces
None of them Jeff’s
I’m sorry to say-ses
So I whistled as loud
As a Super Bowl ref
Got their attention and yelled,
“Where’s Jeff?”
The patrons weren’t happy
I’d spoken so firm
But they went back to yellin’
On their own terms
And I sat back down
On my drunken ass
Then Floyd leaned over, smiled
And clanked my glass
There in his hand
What he’d found on the floor
Made me not worry
‘bout Jeff anymore
(Chorus)
Who’s Jeff?
To Jeff!
He’s gone
But he’s left
His wallet behind
I’m sure he won’t mind
If we drink in his honor
To Jeff!!
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A Chacon/Reynoso Thing
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