Whose Next
A zany, fast-paced Silly groove bolstered by erratic drum fills, comedic sound effects, ancient brass bands, and playful percussion. Unpredictable tempo shifts and offbeat twists drive the track, closing with a punchy, hard strings outro.
Whose Next
A zany, fast-paced Silly groove bolstered by erratic drum fills, comedic sound effects, ancient brass bands, and playful percussion. Unpredictable tempo shifts and offbeat twists drive the track, closing with a punchy, hard strings outro.
Lyrics
Fast-paced, high-energy jazz fusion music with a lot of frantic, zipping sounds from a synthesizer and a rhythm section that sounds like it's trying to keep up with itself. A rapid, nonsensical drum fill kicks it off.
(Verse 1)
He's a flash of motion, a blur behind the bar
He's shaking up the glasses, he's a frantic star!
Got his hands on the shaker, a foot on the rail
Got a story to tell, but it's a zany tale!
He's wiping down the counter and he’s spinning the ice
He’s taking three orders and he’s checking his watch twice.
"What'll ya have, sir? Gin and tonic? Coming right up!
Did you see the big game? Get that whiskey in the cup!"
The music gets faster, a chaotic trumpet solo mimicking his energy.
(Chorus)
The tempo changes to a more frantic, funky rhythm. A female backup vocalist, with a cool, calm voice, cuts through the chaos.
Oh, the barback's got his back, he’s got it all in check
While he's talking to his patron, he's a nervous wreck!
He’s the Inspector Gadget, he's got all the gizmos and the gear
But she's the one who's keeping everybody's thirst from turning into fear!
"Hey, calm down, buddy," she whispers with a smile,
"I got this, you just go on with your manic style!"
(Verse 2)
He’s reaching for the lemons, but he's grabbing the limes
He’s calling out the orders from a list of different times!
He’s telling a joke, but he's already on to the next
He’s got a list of duties that are truly complex.
He's pouring out the vodka, then he's grabbing the gin
He's juggling the bottles, what a frenzy he's in!
"One more for the lady! A long island for the gent!
Hope you're having a good night, a night well spent!"
The music becomes even more frenetic, with a frantic saxophone wailing.
(Chorus)
The cool, calm female voice returns, a contrast to the frantic energy.
Oh, the barback's got his back, he’s got it all in check
While he's talking to his patron, he's a nervous wreck!
He’s the Inspector Gadget, he's got all the gizmos and the gear
But she's the one who's keeping everybody's thirst from turning into fear!
"Hey, calm down, buddy," she whispers with a smile,
"I got this, you just go on with your manic style!"
(Bridge)
The music slows down slightly, a groovy, spy-like bassline takes over. The barback's voice, calm and steady, comes to the forefront.
She moves with a purpose, with a quiet grace
She knows where all the glasses are, she knows her rightful place.
She’s sliding the drinks out, one by one, with a flick of her wrist
While the bartender's still talking, he's too busy getting lost in his mist.
He's the face of the operation, the chaotic, busy show
But she's the one who makes sure all the drinks flow.
(Outro)
The frantic energy returns, even more zany than before, with a final burst of sound. A quick, nonsensical synth sound effect and a final, abrupt drum hit end the song.
He’s the bartender, he's the star!
But the barback’s the one who’s getting everybody served at the bar!
Hey, barback... she's got it all under control!
He's so busy, he's out of his head, he's out of his soul!
A final sound of a cash register dinging, followed by a loud, celebratory "woo!"