Take my guitar to the stage
Fake Book lyrics on the stand
Pray the audience is kind
And that this will go as planned

Play the opening “F” chord
Ooh, I think I played it wrong
And I missed that little change
Help me make it through this song

There are snickers from the throng
There are objects in their hands
Man, I think they are tomatoes
Lord I think this needs to end

“Yesterday” is one hard song
And I’m not playing it right
And I song in monotone
Help me fake this tune tonight

Now there’s heckling from the crowd
Middle fingers from the hands
And my next tune is “Tomorrow”
I don’t see a single friend

“Yesterday” is over now
Now the booing’s loud and strong
Man, it’s one tough open mic
Help me make it though this song