Why's My Chance?

Now I'm not a guy who'll let it show Sittin' in the corner, just layin' low Dressed to kill, and everything in place You won't believe that honey came invading my space Long legs Dangerous eyes Such perfect curves And she looks so damn good And she makes me feel funny Now I'm not a guy who'll let it show Gettin' a couple drinks just before the show I carry four drinks like one, two, or three Then the barkeep slides another frosty glass down to me Cold as ice Sweet bouquet That piney bite And it tastes so damn good And it makes me feel funny Why's my chance, why's my chance Doing that, doing that Why's my chance, why's my chance Doing that, doing that They had to point me out again They really sold me out, my friends Hmmm Now I'm not a guy who'll let it show Just swaying to the concert in the second row My musical tastes have come along with age But that solo in the encore kinda rattled my cage Killer tone Phrasing so right Those gorgeous notes And it sounds so damn good And it makes me feel funny Why's my chance, why's my chance Doing that, doing that Why's my chance, why's my chance Doing that, doing that They had to point me out again They really sold me out, my friends Why's my chance, why's my chance Doing that, doing that Why's my chance, why's my chance Doing that, doing that They had to point me out again They really sold me out, my friends