"Writer Girl"

(Updated 4/26, as the original version did not match up correctly with the song)

Just for fun, here are some alternate lyrics I wrote to "Piano Man" that describe the characters in my books. As sung by Doc, Larissa's friend and muse who is a bartender at "Margaritaville," to Larissa, while she tends bar at the "Shangri La."

“It’s 9 o’clock on a Saturday,

The regular crowd all is in,

There’s an odd girl sitting next to me,

A casino nurse in the city of Sin.”

“She’s just one of the many who work here,

That seem too strange to be real.

Cause she’s young and she’s sweet,

And treats injuries of cheats,

Her friend beats for copping a feel.”

“Oh, la la la, de de da

La la, de de da da da”

“Spin us a tale, you’re the writer girl.

Spin us a tale tonight.

Cause we’re all in the mood for a story now,

And you serve them with vodka or sprite.”

“Now this girl at the bar is a friend of mine,

She gets me my drinks for free.

And she’s quick with a joke,

Or a tale of some folks,

That are more than a little cray-zee.”

“She says, ‘Doc, I believe Roxy’s killing me,’

As a smirk ran away from her face.

“Well I’m sure if she doesn’t stop guarding me,

I’ll never make it past 1^st base.’ ”

“Oh, la la la, de de da

La la, de de da da da”

“Miss Larissa’s a bartender-novelist,

Who never had time for a life.

And she’s talking with Justin,

Who made a life bust-in,

Bad guys, but he’s put that on ice.”

“And the waitress is one of a pair of twins,

And the owner’s as rich as they come.

Just make sure you don’t cross his new girlfriend there,

Cuz with mobsters’s who she used to run.”

“Spin us a tale, you’re the writer girl.

Spin us a tale tonight.

Cause we’re all in the mood for a story now,

And you serve them with vodka or sprite.”

“It’s a pretty weird crowd that she writes about.

Casino manager’s due in awhile.

Cause she’s having a baby,

With her husband who may-be,

A gambler who’s been here awhile.”

“And the can-can girl sings like an angel now,

As her boyfriend conducts the band’s pace.

Their friends sit at the bar,

An odd collection, by far,

In the Shangri La owned by one Ace.”

“Oh, la la la, de de da

La la, de de da da da”

“Spin us a tale, you’re the writer girl.

Spin us a tale tonight.

Cause we’re all in the mood for a story now,

And you serve them with vodka or sprite.”