Thursday Night Open Mic
John Sheehan

Chorus:
He was a legend in his own mind, showin' all a good time,
doing whatever he liked.
The lyrics escaped him, but that didn't shake him,
from singing at open mic.

He was a legend in his own mind, showin all a good time,
doing whatever he liked.
He couldnt really sing,he didn't remember a thing ,
from the Thursday night open mic.

Verses:
He didnt leave the bar after happy hour,
he wanted to stay there and drink.
He couldnt get enough whiskey sours,
into his chair he did sink
He liked what he saw at the table,
her cheeks so rosy and pink.
He knew he was willing and able,
at least so he did think.

By the time the musicians arrived,
to set up the speakers and mics.
He had been there for hours,
ten women told him, take a hike.
The whiskey gave him the courage,
to do what he always wanted to do.
Tonight he's gonna sing,
at least one song all the way through.