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OW, A BAD SINGER'S PONY RENT: In October of 2017 I began to notice a lot of negative feedback on Bruce related FB pages and forums surrounding the high price to pay to see his one man show on Broadway. Then, seeking wisdom of the seers we rearranged the marquee and found a strange anagram that provided deeper meaning to the S.O.B.'s current run on The Great White Way. Alas, "Ow, A Bad Singer's Pony Rent" was born. It's the only known protest song that was recorded and released the week of the Broadway debut. This one's for the little guy - they blue collar family man who could never afford to see this show live. We hope this track strikes a chord with you. Please consider picking up an MP3 as that will help us record many more songs in the future - thanks!

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"Ow, A Bad Singer's Pony Rent" single cover.

LYRICS (Words and Music by Rich Lynch)

Verse:
You would have thought by now
that you would have all you need
But, you've become the epitome
of outlandish greed
When I think of all the ways
that money could be spent
But, ow, it all just went to pay for
a bad singer's pony rent

Chorus:
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
a bad singer's pony rent
and I'm pretty sure that ain't no compliment
you've torn down Wild Billy's tattered tent
With your hand out seeking
your hand out seeking...
a bad singer's pony rent
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
a bad singer's pony rent


By the magic power of anagrams a protest song was born.

Verse:
What happened to all your cherished
integral core beliefs
It seems you've gone and flushed them all
right out in the street
Together with everything
they said you represent
Flowing now down in the valley
Like a river of excrement

Chorus:
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
a bad singer's pony rent
and I'm pretty sure that ain't no compliment
you've torn down Wild Billy's tattered tent
With your hand out seeking
your hand out seeking...
a bad singer's pony rent
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
a bad singer's pony rent

Verse:
The sheep lined up on Broadway
Because the boss let out the decree
The change was made when they found out
What was lying underneath the marquee
Now he's a fallen star they say
no longer heaven sent
The streets of New York City
are paved with gold
and tarred with disillusionment

Chorus:
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
a bad singer's pony rent
and I'm pretty sure that ain't no compliment
you've torn down Wild Billy's tattered tent
With your hand out seeking
your hand out seeking...
a bad singer's pony rent
Ow, Uh, Ow, Ow
a bad singer's pony rent

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