Sweet tea and my pocket recorder,

On the front porch writing my next song,

First time I saw her walking by.



Tight shorts and a bob like a mod bird,

Belting out "Be My Baby, Please"

And that vision took over my eyes.



CHORUS:

These dreams of Svengali

Always seem to cloud my mind.

Am I under the table,

Or is it your back I'm behind?



Did you lose me forever,

The first time the lady sighed?

Until she sings my song,

I won't be satisfied.

***

Tight skirts and a towering Marshall,

Lipstick on the microphone,

2 girls on guitar and 1 on keys.



Crowds scream as they roar into action,

Big hits with a tight back beat.

In the dark I'm pulling all the strings.



CHORUS

BRIDGE:

Oooh

Trust in me baby,

Wah oooh

I've got what it takes,

Wah wah oooh

I'll make her a star,

And I don't care

how many little hearts have to break!



Bags packed and you tell me you're leaving,

Don't care where the money went.

Never thought that you could be so blind.



Two weeks and we'll have a hit single,

Days more we'll be on TV!

Didn't dream it's you I'd leave behind.



LAST CHORUS:

My dreams of Svengali

Always clouding up my mind.

Cause I'm under the table

And it's your back I'm behind.



Guess I lost you forever,

The first time the lady sighed.

But when she sings my song,

I'll finally be  -- satisfied.

Satisfied.