RABBIE BURNS - Eat Your Wee Heart Out


I’m just a lad from Jock-land - a lucky one at that


I started with a local band


… and drove their Ford “Transat” Hard work became my saviour


- as I moved up through the ranks To those like Ian Anderson Forever- go my thanks


Now forty years, way down the line My knowledge fair abounds


And you - by the day - can share in that … For a mere few hundred pounds


Touring’s where the money is (unless your album’s Multi-P)


… and to maximise that moolah You need the help of me


The waste of concert income Often messes up my sleep So let me sort your Artist out Then, more profit – they can keep


Yes, I’m a Tour Accountant - and this is surely true …


I’m a persistent, moaning, Scotsman but - The Money – I’ll show you


So, here - in closing - let me say … There’s some that don’t approve


Of Doctor Jake & his percentage break …. but they soon get in the groove!


-oOo- (“There is no such uncertainty, as a sure thing” Rabbie Burns, 25th Jan 1759 – 21st July 1796) www.showtimerocks.com


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