Lyrics

[Verse]
Well, there's a local band called Little Dan and the Boys,
Playin' honky-tonk caves and makin' pickle jar noise,
They're known for their charm and the way they deploy,
Kissin' up to the boss, like it's their favorite ploy.

[Verse 2]
Now, Big Jim, the owner, he's a rough kind of dude,
With a thick handlebar moustache and a bit of a 'tude,
But Little Dan knows how to sweeten his mood,
A "yes, sir," here, a "thank you" there, oh my, they're shrewd.

[Chorus]
Little Dan and the Boys, they'll play any chord,
For a pat on the back or a manager's word,
Singin' 'bout tractors and heartbreaks absurd,
They'll kiss ass to the boss, the sweetest you've heard.

[Verse 3]
In the break room they gather 'round the old coffee pot,
Tellin' Big Jim he's the sharpest of the lot,
For every little compliment, more gigs they've got,
And the band's on a roll, thanks to the flattery plot.

[Verse 4]
They wrote a tune called "Jim's the Best of Them All,"
Got him dancin' on tables and havin' a ball,
They've made it their anthem, their clarion call,
'Cause brown-nosing pays off, doesn't matter the hall.

[Chorus]
Little Dan and the Boys, they'll play any chord,
For a pat on the back or a manager's word,
Singin' 'bout tractors and heartbreaks absurd,
They'll kiss ass to the boss, the sweetest you've heard.