Billie & Harry / Don't Explain Lyrics

Who is it?
It's Harry
Come on

Gonna be a rehearsal downstairs in ten minutes
Oh, boy
We got a full day off next week
I'll be dead by next week
I'm taking the night off

We will take tonight off and, ah, sure as hell, that'll be the night that
Mr. Network Radio Scout is sitting out front and all the things
I mean, everything that we've been doing goes right down the drain
Because, let's face it, Billie, you, you are the cream in our coffee

You got that the wrong way around, don't you?
Give me a shot of that bourbon in my bag, will you?
Well, how about a real
A real what?
Shot and you'll be flying
Look, Harry, like I've been telling you
What you do is your business
I may be tired, but I ain't dumb