Burned most of a Lincoln on steamy cup o joe

Situatin' in Venu for Fathead to come and blow

The man was cool

Perched on his stool

He rapped all tiptoe quiet

But when he laid attacks

On his sax

Man he honked a riot

He poured it out for the hipster set and for Brother Ray

Giving way for detours so his band could shine and play

Making the scene

Seemed mighty keen

With cosmos, cocktails, and kind

And when Fathead blew

All the fine folks knew

Georgia's still on his mind