MAKIN' A MESS OF COMMERCIAL SUCCESS

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Song Title
MAKIN' A MESS OF COMMERCIAL SUCCESS
Writers
Silverstein, James, Spivey
Publisher
EVIL EYE MUSIC, INC. (BMI)
Co-Publisher
Non-TRO Affiliate
% Publisher Controls
33-1/3%
Territory Controlled
WORLD
Themes/Keywords
Beer, Book, Camera, Commercial, Drunk, Movie, Realism, Singing, Song, Thirsty
Lyrics
There was me and Jack workin’ Duval Street
Singin’ our songs by the book
When this T.V. director come lookin’ for extras
Said he needed our pretty faces right down the block.

They were makin’ some kind of commercial
‘Bout the beer we like here in Key West
And all we had to do was go sit on a stool and
Do what we really do best.

He said they were payin’ a c-note
And we really needed the bread
So we pointed our feet to that bar down the street
Lit up like a Hollywood set.

Now there were cameras and cables on ever table
And we were grinnin’ from ear to ear
It was almost like stealin’, that’s how we were feelin’
When they passed ‘round these big mugs of beer.

They said, boys now just try to act thirsty
And sit right down here at the bar
And just try to pretend that you’re out on a bender
I said, buddy we’re with you so far.

They gave me the line, It’s Less Fillin’.
And Jack got the line, Great Taste.
And they yelled, Rehearsal! And we started actin’
With beer foam all over our face.

They yelled, Take One!
And filled up our glasses
Stuck a big busty blonde on my lap
And Jack says, Great Taste. And I say, Less Fillin’.
This actin’ shit sure is a snap.

Well, I thought that they’d hand us an Oscar
When the director says, beautiful, kids
But can you give me more soul? I says, hell, let her roll
And they shouted, Take Two! So we did.
Well, those hot lights they sure kept us sweatin’
And the beer got mixed up with the lines
Jacks says, “It Fess Lillin’. I say, “Gets Me Drunker”.
The director yells; Take Twenty-Nine!

Finally he says; Almost perfect
But can you give it more realism, please?
So I drunk up and felt up the blonde as she belched
And Jack slid off the stool and fell down on his knees.

Well we’re now up to Take Eighty-Seven
And the director he’s damn close to tears
When I say, It’s Fess Lillin’, and Jack says, You dick-head,
What the hell do you know about beer?

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