Sorta Got You Covered
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.
Sorta Got You Covered
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
The music starts with a frantic, upbeat bluegrass feel. A banjo plucks out a dizzying, fast-paced rhythm, with a fiddle soaring over the top. It's a joyful, yet chaotic, sound that perfectly captures the auctioneer's energy. His voice, a mix of rapid-fire patter and a slightly confused tone, begins.
(Verse 1)
Got a painting here, it’s a masterpiece, a one-of-a-kind!
Do I hear fifty? Now seventy-five, come on, don't be blind!
Wait, is this a clock? The sign says it's a chair!
A hundred fifty, two hundred, who cares what it is, I declare!
The patter speeds up to an almost incomprehensible blur. He’s looking at the wrong item.
Who'll give me a hundred fifty... on the lamp? Oh, a rug!
(Spoken, with a sigh)
Honey, did you see that look she just gave me, like a bug?
What was I selling? The hat, the lamp, the jug?
(Chorus)
The music shifts slightly, the frantic banjo and fiddle calm down a notch. A soulful, steady female voice, full of warmth and calm, cuts through the chaos.
He's my Auction Man, he's famous, he's known coast to coast
But his mind’s in the clouds, he's more of a ghost!
He'll be yelling "SOLD!" for an item that's still on the shelf
So I'm the one who's keeping it together, all by myself!
Yeah, he’s a brilliant mind, but he’s losing his way
He’s the king of the auction, but I’m the queen of his day.
(Verse 2)
Now we've got a cabinet, a beautiful antique
Did I say it’s porcelain? The sign says its teak!
Five hundred dollars, who'll make it six hundred and ten?
I'll take a million for this... wait, did you just raise your hand?
His patter becomes more confused and disjointed.
And that bid for the rocking horse... was that a cat on a bed?
My mind is a mystery, full of dread!
I just called out "SOLD" on something I hadn’t even started to sell!
(Spoken, with a nervous laugh)
Honey, you know me, this is going to end well!
(Chorus)
The music returns to a steady, confident beat, with the female vocals taking the lead.
He's my Auction Man, he's famous, he's known coast to coast
But his mind’s in the clouds, he's more of a ghost!
He'll be yelling "SOLD!" for an item that's still on the shelf
So I'm the one who's keeping it together, all by myself!
Yeah, he’s a brilliant mind, but he’s losing his way
He’s the king of the auction, but I’m the queen of his day.
(Bridge)
The music quiets down to a sweet, simple acoustic guitar. The wife's voice is soft, gentle, and full of love.
Oh, they only see the stage, the big, bright, flashing lights
They don't see the whispers, the little hand signals, the correcting of his rights.
I'll stand here beside him, a partner, a guide
I'll get that gavel to him, and make sure we have nothing to hide.
I remember the man, the sharp mind, the patter of old
And I'll make sure his legacy is something to be told.
(Outro)
The music builds back up, but this time it's less frantic and more harmonious, a blend of his chaotic energy and her calm stability. They sing together, their voices a mix of his rapid patter and her gentle notes.
(Him)
Thirty dollars, forty, sixty, now now, come on!
(Her)
It's the right item, honey, just keep going on!
(Him)
Gonna sell this thing, right here, right now, for good!
(Her)
Just be sure you know what's under that hood!
(Him & Her together)
He's the auctioneer, I'm his guiding light,
We'll get through this day, and every single night!
The song ends with a final, chaotic strum of the banjo and a sweet, perfect chord from the acoustic guitar.