One-Seventy

Intro

Tika tika tum

(zing) (zing)

Tika tika tum tum

(zing) (zing)

Tika tika tum

(zing) (zing)

Tika tika tum tum tum

(rrah)

Verse

House lights dim on a black-tie crowd

Coughs in the circle and the rustle is loud

I lift the baton, the strings look pale

The tempo mark says 'off the scale'

I count them in at one-seventy

The front row drops their programmes and their tea

Hook

Bows up, pick up the pace

Horsehair snapping in the bass

(one-seventy)

Faster now, the music stand's shaking

Pages are flying, a bridge is breaking

(follow me)

Verse

Viola saws like she's late for a train

Cellist goes pizzicato, again and again

Sweat on the scroll and a bead on my brow

Nobody's dozing in row G now

Rosin hangs thick like a smoke machine

The usher is skanking, the best I've seen

Hook

Bows up, pick up the pace

Horsehair snapping in the bass

(one-seventy)

Faster now, the music stand's shaking

Pages are flying, a bridge is breaking

(follow me)

Solo

Breakdown

[Spoken] "Created by DarkPrincess -- Royalty of the Night"

Build

Verse

Encore, they shout, standing up on the seats

The critic is scribbling in time with the beats

Pearls on the carpet from somebody's neck

The baton is mine and the hall is a wreck

The cellist leans in and she mouths 'One more?'

I give her the nod: one-ninety-four

Hook

Bows down? Not a chance

Even the cloakroom has learned the dance

(one-ninety-four)

Snap a string, then finish on three

And the stalls are shouting for me

(give me more)

Solo