Django (Feat. Too Many T's)

First things first we've been close for years Whenever I would play you would open your ears Asked me to teach ya and I would slip you beers We played all night how'd we get to here Cause I Carried your bags your rags any your riches We had each other's backs back then when we were big kids But you just took it all for granted and ya ditched me Switched when I asked you to include me in the picture It ain't It ain't all about you no, no I really like all the things you do ha ha ha Then you blow your own horn, and you talk and talk It ain't it ain't It ain't all about you it ain't all about you I really like all the things you do ha ha ha Why'd you treat me like ya do, why'd you treat me like ya do Sha Listen up now We we dealt the same hand Ya came running to me too quick wantin' the funds for your band I showed you the ropes it's up to you to make the most of it Be your own man I ain't holdin' your hand no more I know you won't because you must bee needing both hands Bowing your own trumpet and jumping up to your own dance It's so sad because we were so close but now you don't even seem to notice me ya stuck so far up ya own ass It ain't It ain't all about you no, no I really like all the things you do ha ha ha Then you blow your own horn, and you talk and talk It ain't it ain't It ain't all about you it ain't all about you I really like all the things you do ha ha ha Why'd you treat me like ya do why'd you treat me like ya do This is gettin' silly little brother, ask our mother Got a call from my mom said He's gonna run to play with ya Well I've got another one Already man, another one Let's go, head-to-head and than we'll see who is the better son Ah, so typical so competitive I'll take up your offer, give ya some of your own medicine Your heart's darker than a pint of old Guinness I'm steppin' up and I ain't leave until ya finish It ain't It ain't all about you no, no I really like all the things you do ha ha ha Then you blow your own horn, and you talk and talk It ain't it ain't It ain't all about you it ain't all about you I really like all the things you do ha ha ha Why'd you treat me like ya do, why'd you treat me like ya do Ladies and gentleman Django Rinehardt goes up against his little brother Django Rinehardt In a sound clash to musical death Lots of images folks get tickets now Django's stalling his brother's drummer No love lost, it can go straight to stringing Fist-to-fist The loser can't hide and the winner takes all the pride It ain't It ain't all about you no, no I really like all the things you do ha ha ha Then you blow your own horn, and you talk and talk It ain't it ain't It ain't all about you it ain't all about you I really like all the things you do ha ha ha Why'd you treat me like ya do, why'd you treat me like ya do Rrrrreports coming from the grand brawl here Where we saw Django and Djanglo Rinehardt come toe-to-toe musically and than physically blow-to-blow After what was one of the great msuical shows of our time, with both brothers in their prime Loosing thir cool, and than loosing their minds Both pulled out the considerable sharp knife And the aftermath What can only be described as a musical bloodbath Something happened that no man could have ever prized both brothers severed both their hands