Backdoor Fever

Friday night, six deep,

nowhere picked One says downtown,

one says fuck that shit One wants food,

two want drinks Everybody talking,

nobody thinks They look my way like,

"What you got?" I grab my coat like,

"Trust me. Walk." "Where we going?" — smile on my face Four

little words— I know a place.

Cut through here, take that right Past that line,

past those lights Don't need Google,

don't need Waze

Keep up—

I know a place

( HE KNOWS A PLACE!)

Back door, no line,

walk straight inside I know a place

( HE KNOWS A PLACE!) Good food,

strong drinks, music just right Owner sees me,

waves from across the room Six more chairs and they're making room

Everybody asks how I found this place

Don't worry 'bout it—

I know a place.

Kitchen still cooking at quarter to two Sax in the corner and

the whole room moves Plate hits table,

somebody says “Damn” Told you once—now pass that lamb Owner walks over,

“Where you been?” Whole table turns like,

“You know him?” He sends something out we didn't even say Now

everybody's looking at me that way

No big sign, no velvet rope No five-star bullshit,

no need to pose You either know or you don't know Tonight

you know— I know a place

( HE KNOWS A PLACE!)

Back door, no line,

walk straight inside I know a place

( HE KNOWS A PLACE!)

Good food, strong drinks,

music just right

Owner sees me, waves from across the room Move two tables,

they're making room Everybody asks how I found this place Don't worry

'bout it—

I know a place.

Where we going next?

( ASK THAT GUY!) Who knows somewhere?

( ASK THAT GUY!) You got another one?

...Maybe.

I know a place

( HE KNOWS A PLACE!) Whole crew behind me,

walking inside

I know a place

( HE KNOWS A PLACE!) Another damn night nobody wants to end

tonight Owner knows me,

bartender knows my face

Everybody came because— I KNOW A PLACE!