Shibuya stair

Intro

Doo-bah dap

(shoo-bee)

Doo-bah dap

(shoo-bee-dah)

Doo-bah dap

(shoo-bee)

Doo-bah dap dah

(shoo-bee-doo-wah)

Verse

Down a staircase off a Shibuya lane

past a vending machine buzzing in the rain

A hand-drawn record list along the wall

six stools, one lamp, and the owner knows them all

I pull a sleeve with Lisbon on the spine

a jazz-funk break somebody cut in seventy-nine

Hook

Six stools and a turntable down a Shibuya stair

(careful now)

DP drops the needle and the smoke hangs in the air

(side B)

Highballs sweating on the counter wood

(one more round)

a salaryman unknots his tie for good

(there it goes)

Verse

The rule down here is listen and don't talk

close your eyes and let the stylus walk

I slip a hi-hat shuffle under the piano line

and five heads start to nod in perfect time

The mama-san, eighty, starts to sway

she's danced to this since her wedding day

Hook

Six stools and a turntable down a Shibuya stair

(careful now)

DP drops the needle and the smoke hangs in the air

(side B)

Highballs sweating on the counter wood

(one more round)

a salaryman unknots his tie for good

(there it goes)

Vibraphone Solo

Breakdown

Ichi

(lift the arm)

ni

(cue it up)

san

(let it fall)

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

Verse

Last train on the loop line, ten to one

I slip the Lisbon sleeve back, and I'm done

The salaryman bows deep and asks me when

I hold up the bar's matchbook: Thursday, ten

Out on the crossing umbrellas start to weave

they're moving in the rhythm as I leave

Hook

Lid down and the platter slowing low

(easy now)

but the crossing's still dancing to the groove below

(hear it)

Thursday at the bottom of the stairs again

(same stools)

same rain, same needle, ten past ten

(see you then)