Within most any band
There is an order planned.
It's true - what goes to who
Is by chain of command.

The singer gets the cash
And he makes quite a stash.
Great luck - he gets the bucks.
The singer gets the cash.

The guitar gets the cheers.
It's been that way for years.
Oh child - the crowd goes wild.
The guitar gets the cheers.

The drummer gets the girls.
They love his drumstick twirls.
Keeps beat - gets lots of "seat"
The drummer gets the girls.

The keyboard gets his kicks
From all his nimble tricks.
He's blessed - he knows he's best.
The keyboard gets his kicks.

The bass player gets the drugs.
He likes it more than hugs.
Can't moan - he's way too stoned,
The bass player gets the drugs.

The sax and trumpet joke
They're there to eat and smoke.
Don't play much anyway,
The sax and trumpet joke.

The trombone gets the booze
And that it what he'd choose.
Can't think without a drink,
The trombone gets the booze.

And now you know the way
That each one gets his pay.
Each one gets different fun
When it is time to play!