Marty loved the sound of the stolen mandolin
Somebody took it on a dare in the night time
Ran up to the radio, calling out to the wind
Now bring it, bring it back at least an hour before flight time
It was a souvenir but it was a right-armed missing
Swap a woodwork rhythm for a humbucking top line
Big Riff, rough boy, wants to be a singer in a band
A little slow in the brain box, but he had a quick right hand
Run left, run right, everywhere he looked
Nobody watching, no, but that was all he took last night
Running on the power of a stolen mandolin
Steal a little inspiration, steal a little muscle
Will he wake in the morning wondering: was it really worth it?
So make a little deal, yeah, make a little hustle
Ringing on the radio: "I′ve got a proposition for those English boys
I'll make the sing-song, you can make the background noise
1-2-3-4, One part of it
We′ll give you back the mando if you let the singer sing tonight"
Running on the power of a stolen mandolin
Steal a little inspiration, steal a little muscle
Wake in the morning: was it really worth it?
So come on, make a deal, yeah, make a little hustle
Marty loved the sound of the stolen mandolin
Big Riff took it on a dare in the night time
Now it's four o'clock and we′re waiting at the sound check
Looking for a face staring in from the sunshine
We′ve got two strong lawmen from the sheriff's office
They′re gonna lift Big Riff before he plays the first line
Big Riff, rough boy, wants to be a singer in a band
Help him on the stage now, put that microphone in his hand
Think hard, think right, nothing in his mind
So Riff did a runner, but he left the mandolin behind
Yeah, Marty loved the sound of his mandolin
Running on the power of a stolen mandolin
Steal a little inspiration, steal a little muscle
So make a little deal, yeah, make a little hustle
Writer(s): Ian Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
