Jim Hoehn: Music
Howie Played Accordion
Well, the radio said come one, come all, to the edge of town by the outlet mall
Music starts at 8:15, be like no show you¹ve ever seen
Bring the family, tell a friend, Howie¹s playing accordion
VFW post was packed, grabbed the last seat in the back
They stamped their feet and clapped their hands, waitin¹ on the squeezebox man
All them people be diggin¹ him, 'cause Howie played accordion
(Chorus)
With a Cajun, Creole, Zydeco, and an e-i-e-i-e-i-o
Spicy Tex-Mex conjunto, with an e-i-e-i-e-i-o
Beer Barrel Polka in stereo
The spot came on and there he stood, like a sequined statue made of wood
Counted that intro by himself, with a one and a two like Lawrence Welk
Then the rest of the guys joined in, 'cause Howie played accordion
Howie and the band cut loose, blew the windows and raised the roof
Played them polkas right as rain, blew 'em away on Lady of Spain
Like a star on old Ed Sullivan, Howie played accordion
With an island-flavored calypso, and an e-i-e-i-e-i-o
Gypsy funeral sad and slow, with an e-i-e-i-e-i-o
Beer Barrel Polka in stereo
Howie drove the crowd insane, an accordion shot right to the brain
With a concertina, button box, and a red Baldoni that flat-out rocks
A music god among music men, Howie played accordion
Howie¹s still got what it takes, played all night long without a break
Encores 'til the light of dawn, sun came up and he was gone
Said thanks y¹all come back again, when Howie plays accordion
With a red-hot three-chord rock and roll, and an e-i-e-i-e-i-o
A Grammy duet with Sheryl Crow, and an e-i-e-i-e-i-o
Beer Barrel Polka in stereo
Man we¹ll have a barrel of fun, When Howie plays accordion