This cat sure got a groove goin’ on here
Kind of reminds me of a squire
See he always calls himself, the squire for hire
Folks would come from miles around
Just to hear what the squire was putting down
Now you know, the squire always had a secret smile on his face
Like he was listening to some other song in some other space
Now everybody loved to be hanging with the squire for hire
Cos when he was flush, had some coin in his pocket
Now sometimes the squire, had to make a square gig, you know
Maybe some birthdays, even a little convention or two
But boy when he was through
He always knew where he could go, to blow
He ha, and I do mean blow, um um um
Now another thing about the squire for hire
Were the threads on his back
From his head to his feet
No other cat could hardly compete, with the squire
Now the last I heard, bout the squire for hire
He’s playing his sax and he still is mean ya’ll
So now if you hear that the squire is in your town
Get your brain a little fried
He’ll naturally set your soul on fire
Ah ah, the squire’s on the move ya’ll
Oh no he ain’t backing up
He still ain’t finished, filling his musical cup
Run on down and see the squire’s when he’s up off in your town
WRITERS
Marlene Shaw, NATHAN HAINES, Philip Asher, PHILIP GRAHAM ASHER