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Backstage Fever

(© 1986 Cla Nett)

Long tall girl with the long blonde hair
Said her name was Christine
Sitting in the middle of the dressing room
Pourin' down all my Jim Beam
It doesn't matter that much
Cause what I really like
Is a plain old bottle of wine
And I know.

Plain white roads and snow on the trees
dressing room 'bout seven degrees
Amaretto and Bailey's in endless rounds
Tryin' to ease the freeze
It doesn't matter that much
'cause what I've got to say
I never liked Christmas at home
And I know.

That's when I get
That's when I get
That's when I get
Backstage fever.

Kids outside just won't let me go
Tryin' to sign my name
The drummer and Christine sneaking out that door
That's the play of the game
It doesn't matter that much
'cause I'm too stone drunk
To give the best I can
And I know.

That's when I get
That's when I get
That's when I get
Backstage fever.



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