Transcribed by:Bruce: When I met you in that airport bar -- brown shoes, brown suit, brown tie, black socks, vodka and Clamato juice in your gruff hand -- I thought to myself, "Wow, what a looker."Don Frank: When I looked up and saw you standing there fixing that jukebox, working hard, scruffy clothes, all hungry like a mule. . .geez, you looked like a bike courier. And I thought to myself --
Bruce and Don: [singing] Lift me up, don't fuck me over,
Lift me up, don't hurt me sweetie,
Lift me up, don't fuck me over,
Lift me up, don't steal my wallet.
Now, I know,
I'll never be alone,
Because you're lonely --
Don: Lonely.
Bruce: Lonely.
Don: Lonely.
Bruce: Lonely.
Don: Lonely.Don: I've been hurt.
Bruce: I've been to trade school.
Don: I know I'm not much.
Bruce: I know you're married, but if you go will you leave your key on the counter?Don: And if you come on up to 3A, please know that as you come to play, what game I really, really, really, really need is for you, you, you to--
Bruce and Don: Lift me up, don't fuck me over,
Lift me up, don't hurt me sweetie,
Lift me up, don't fuck me over,
Lift me up, don't have sex then get real creepy.
Now, I know,
I'll never be alone,
Until the morning --
Don: Morning.
Bruce: Morning.
Don: Morning.
Bruce: Morning.
Don: Morning.
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| Don: When I was in college, Christ that was twenty years ago...God, almost 30 now. I was pretty fit. My friends called me "Skeeter," which seems sorta stupid now but at the time it wasn't, trust me. We used to get drunk and take the guys' cars apart and put them together in other places. It was a hell of a lot of fun. Oh, my flight's been delayed. Boy, you can't trust airlines. I'm a salesman and, um, I know this sounds stupid. I've never told this to anyone before, but, uh, sometimes I just sit there in my car and I say, "Oh uh, If I sold X amount of units over the next 10 or 20 years, how much would I make? And if I sold Y amounts of units over the next 10 or 20 years, how much would I make?" Sometimes I just wonder: | Bruce: Whoa, this is my last call of the day. It's weird. Jukeboxes are like celebrity deaths, seems like 3 go at once. It's either too dead or too crazy with this job. You know, some people drive around and sing to their radio. And when someone looks at them, they get embarrassed. I don't. When someone looks over and I'm driving my truck and I'm singing "She's got legs. She knows how to use 'em." I don't get embarrassed. God, I just sing louder. I have a shitload of fun. My bestfriend's married and my last three girlfriends have all been the same age. Sometimes when I get drunk, I...I wonder: |
Bruce and Don: If it all coulda been different.Bruce and Don: [singing] Lift me up, don't fuck me over,
Lift me up, don't hurt me sweetie,
Lift me up, don't fuck me over,
Lift me up, don't have sex and then get creepy.
Now, I know,
I know you even though,
Bruce: I don't --
Bruce and Don: really know your name --
Don: Know your name.
Bruce: Know your name.
Don: Know your name.
Bruce: Know your name.
Bruce and Don: If you only / Lift me / Uhh-up.