Django - Swingrowers, Too Many T's

First things first

We’ve been close for years

Whenever I would play

You would open your ears

Asked me to teach ya and I would

Slip you beers

We played all night

How’d we get to here?

Cause I carried your bags

Your rags and your riches

We had each other’s backs

Back then when we were big kids

But you just took it all for granted and ya ditched me

Switched when I asked you to include me in the picture!

It ain’t

It ain’t all about you!

(No, no)

I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha…)

But you blow your own horn

You and talk and talk

It ain’t (It ain’t!)

It ain’t all about you!

(It ain’t all about you!)

I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha!)

But why’d you treat me like ya do, why’d you treat me like ya do?

Listen now

We were dealt the same hand

Ya came running to me too quick

Wantin' the funds for your band

I showed you the ropes

It’s up to you to make the most of it

And be your own man

I ain’t holdin' your hand no more!

I know you won’t

Because you must be needing both hands

The way you’ve been blowing your own trumpet

And jumping up to your own dance

It’s so sad

'Cause we were so close

But now you don’t even seem to notice me

Ya stuck so far up ya own ass!

It ain’t

It ain’t all about you!

(No, no)

I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha…)

But you blow your own horn

You talk and talk

It ain’t (It ain’t!)

It ain’t all about you!

(It ain’t all about you!)

I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha!)

But why’d you treat me like ya do, why’d you treat me like ya do?

This is gettin' silly

Little brother, ask our mother

Got a call from my drummer said

He’s gonna run and play with ya?

Well I’ve got another one

Already man, a better one

Let’s go, head-to-head

And then we’ll see who is the better son!

Ah, so typical!

So competitive!

I’ll take up your offer and give ya some of your own medicine

Your heart’s darker than a pint of Guinness

I’m steppin' up and I ain’t leaving 'til ya finished!

It ain’t

It ain’t all about you!

(No, no)

I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha…)

But you blow your own horn

You talk and talk

It ain’t (It ain’t!)

It ain’t all about you!

(It ain’t all about you!)

I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha!)

But why’d you treat me like ya do, why’d you treat me like ya do?

Ladies and gentlemen

Django Rinehardt

Goes up against his little brother D’anglo Rinehardt

In a sound clash to musical death!

Lots of images folks!

Get tickets now!

D’anglo’s stolen his brother’s drummer!

No love lost, it can go straight to stringing!

Fist-to-fist!

The loser can’t hide

And the winner takes all the pride!

It ain’t

It ain’t all about you!

(No, no)

I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha…)

But you blow your own horn

You talk and talk

It ain’t (It ain’t!)

It ain’t all about you!

(It ain’t all about you!)

I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha!)

But why’d you treat me like ya do, why’d you treat me like ya do?

Reports coming from the grand bowl here!

Where we saw Django and D’anglo Rinehardt

Come toe-to-toe musically

And then physically blow-to-blow!

After what was one of the great musical shows

Of our time, with both brothers in their prime

Losing their cool, and then losing their minds!

Both pulled out quite the considerable sharp knife

And in the aftermath

What can only be described as a post-musical bloodbath

Something happened that no man could have ever planned

Both brothers severed both their hands!