Squire for Hire

Hey

You cats sure got a groove going on here

Kinda reminds me of the Squire

See, he always called himself the Squire for Hire

Oh yeah

Folks would come from miles around

Just to hear what the Squire was putting down

Now you know, the Squire always had a secret smile on his face

Like he was listening to some other song in some other space

Ooh, ooh, what a groove

Now everybody loved to be hanging with the Squire for Hire

Cause when he was flush, had some coin in his pocket

Oh, the party was on

Now sometimes the Squire had to make a square gig, you know

Maybe some birthdays, even a little convention or two

But boy, when he was through

He always knew where he could go to blow

And I do mean blow

Mmm, mmm, mmm

Now another thing about the Squire for Hire

Were the threads on his back

Ooh, solid, Jack

From his head to his feet

No other cat could hardly compete

With the Squire

Now the last I heard about the Squire for Hire

He's still on the scene

He's playing his acts and he still is mean, y'all

So now if you hear that the Squire is in your town

Run, run, run, run

Run on down

Get your soul satisfied

Get your brain a little fried

By the Squire for Hire

He'll naturally set your soul on fire

Get the groove

The Squire's on the move, y'all

Oh no, he ain't backing up

He still ain't finished filling his musical cup

Run on down and see the Squire when he's up off in your town

Cause he's still bad