That Sounds Like a You Problem

Lyrics

[Intro] Pop said, “Joe, this tune’s too much for me.” Joe tipped his hat: “That sounds like a you problem, see?” [Verse 1] Pop came in with a folded-up frown, Said, “That piano’s turning my whole mood around. Those horns keep answering every word I say, And my feet started moving—I don’t dance that way.” Joe laughed, “You can blame the room or the floor, But your shoes found the rhythm before you hit the door.” [Pre-Chorus] Pop said, “I’m not feeling this, Joe, not tonight.” Joe said, “Then take a breath and let the good time by.” [Chorus] “That sounds like a you problem,” Joe said with a grin, “Come on, Pop, let the sabor in.” “That sounds like a you problem,” the whole room replied, Pop shook his head, then stepped into the stride. [Verse 2] Pop tried to stand still by the café wall, But the congas had a way of calling us all. He tapped one toe, then he tapped both feet, Joe said, “Look at you, already finding the beat.” Pop pointed back: “Don’t you start, my friend.” Joe said, “Too late—the chorus is back again.” [Pre-Chorus] Pop said, “I’m not feeling this, Joe, not tonight.” Joe said, “Then take a breath and let the good time by.” [Chorus] “That sounds like a you problem,” Joe said with a grin, “Come on, Pop, let the sabor in.” “That sounds like a you problem,” the whole room replied, Pop shook his head, then stepped into the stride. [Bridge] Pop said, “Maybe I was wrong about the sound.” Joe said, “Maybe you just needed one more round.” Pop laughed, “All right, but don’t quote me tomorrow.” Joe said, “I won’t—unless you borrow my sombrero!” [Final Chorus] “That sounds like a you problem,” Joe said with a grin, “Come on, Pop, let the sabor in.” “That sounds like a you problem,” now Pop sang it too, The room spun round, and the whole night flew. [Outro] Pop said, “Joe, play that tune once more.” Joe said, “Gladly, Pop—right back to the floor!”