The Last Waitsgiving

| E | B E | E | B E | | E | B E | E | B E | E B E And so I run my tongue across the gap E B E In my bottom two front teeth the morning E B E I try to get my album back E B E The one I lost so long ago C#m B E And though the crew was briefed and prepped E B E Nervousness ran through our bodies E B E The shade parade had stopped its step E B E I pushed down the first domino B Ear pieces in place, DJ on stage B C#m Curated a mix that she aired over radio waves C#m Every turntable play in turn would dictate every move that we made A And the first that was made, register teen A Greatness Waitress there on the scene E The band played a deafening Waitsgiving theme B Just a distraction for the real action A E B DJ swap the record out, trigger the next phase A B E Of "Operation Last Waitsgiving Day" E B E The limousine lurched into place E B E Followed by a flatbed trailer E B E Piggy Sue and Candy Crane E B E Together formed a brand new float C#m B E The smoker and digger of graves E B E Beautifully they weld together E B E A pig with several scorpion traits E B E Whose stomach started belching smoke B Father and son reunited as one B C#m Piled the fire until the wood pile was gone C#m Smoke billowed out to the lawn, hiding the digger from all lookers on A Grandson looking on: Snocone Creator A Stationed to lookout for oncoming danger E Instead inspired to make a new flavor B A When danger approaches no one is noticing E B Out to the early end of all at stake A B E Halalala Last Waitsgiving Day | B | B | B | B | | C#m | C#m | C#m | C#m | | A | A | A | A | | E | E | B | B | B B And then out of the limo, the Geriatric Pyro C#m C#m Leapt on to the smokers' float whose smoke was slowly dissipating A A Oh, I must confess it was I who made the mess E I burned your building down that night B But I'm here today to make it right A His cymbal lit with flames Am Which brought more eyes that way E So the delivery driver raced B She grabs the mic from off the stage A And she cues the Greatness Waitress band Am "Play our new grapefruit spoon jam E I'll teach the audience to dance" B And the diary she once dictated B Now a mass coordinated B B Dance that somewhat went this way E B E Up down dig in the ground E B E Up down up down dig in the ground E B E Up down dig in the ground E B E Up down up down dig in the dig in the C#m B E Up down dig in the ground E B E Up down up down dig in the ground E B E Up down dig in the ground E B E Up down up down dig in the dig in the B Ground at my feet the hole now complete B C#m I pulled back the time capsule box and I turn to the street C#m Before I can make my retreat, a voice in the air, it calls out to me A I look up to see the Grand Marshall say A She'd like for us all to give her dad thanks E It's my daughter, she wants me to come up on stage B Box in my hand as the audience chants A E B I give my girl a hug, tears rolls down my face A E B I hand over the album, and I say "Happy birthday" A E B She hands it to the DJ, and the DJ presses play A B C#m On the soundtrack to the Last Waitsgiving Day A B C#m And in the box, a letter dedicates A B A E "This one is for those of us who wait"