Pleasing The Crowd — текст песни (Roger Miller)

Maybe you didn`t do the song right child
Maybe the band played too loud
The name of the game is pleasing the crowd
And now you`re crying on my shoulder
But child for crying out loud
The name of the game is pleasing the crowd
You can never make `em all happy

You just try to keep tryin`
Your shackles and freedoms are all in your mind
So maybe you didn`t do the song right child
Maybe the band played too loud
The name of the game is pleasing the crowd
The name of the game is pleasing the crowd