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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fantastic Cat
Fantastic Cat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony D'Amato
Anthony D'Amato
Songwriter
Don DiLego
Don DiLego
Songwriter
Brian Dunne
Brian Dunne
Songwriter
Mike Montali
Mike Montali
Songwriter

Lyrics

When we got to the gig, well, the venue was closed forever
So we drove through the night and we stayed outside of Denver
But I couldn’t sleep at the thought of our impending failure
Oh, such a sad, sick game we play
Trading stories and keeping score
And I don’t know what I’m doing anymore
When we got to the lobby they said breakfast was closed at 11
We said it’s only 10:30 and we only got in at 7
She said there’s a Denny’s across the road if you wanna chance the 111
So now I’m crossing this old highway
For some coffee and scrambled eggs
And I don’t know what I’m doing anymore
Yes I told myself I was smart
And I would follow my stupid heart
With no proof that I was qualified at all
And people told me I was ready-made
But what did they know anyway?
They were sweet, but their lives were simple and small
And I took it to mean my ticket to my dreams was called
When we got to the car well the car wouldn’t start for nothing
So we pushed it into second and we somehow got it running
And we got to the gig by the skin of our teeth, it was something
Oh such sad sick songs we play
Trading stories and keeping score
And I don’t know what I’m doing anymore
Yes I told myself I was smart
And I would follow my stupid heart
With no proof that I was qualified at all
And people told me I was ready-made
But what did they know anyway?
They were sweet, but their lives were simple and small
And I took it to mean my ticket to my dreams was called
Written by: Anthony D'Amato, Brian Dunne, Don DiLego, Mike Montali
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