Vox Momenti: Me and My Harp

Who needs good poll numbers when you have a platinum harp that always plays your tune? I take my Harp wherever I may roam, From the golf course to the courthouse to my gold-plated home. She never plays a downbeat, never hits a note that's blue — 'Cause baby, when you're number one, what else is there to do? [Spoken, smug, over vamping bass] That's right, folks. Everywhere. And I mean everywhere… [Verse 2: playful, finger snaps] Now some Harps need a first-class seat, a limo, or a plane, But mine curls up in the back of the truck — never once complains. No room in the SUV? She says, "Don't fret, don't frown — Just pop the trunk, I'll ride with the clubs, wherever you're headed, I'm down." [Chorus: big band swell, brass punches] 'Cause it's me and my Harp, what a swingin' pair, She plays my tune in any key, in any hemisphere. The world's needs, well, they're lovely — but let's be smart: My needs trump the world's needs, says me and my Harp. [Verse 3: sly, muted trumpet fills] The pollsters say I'm sinking, ring-a-ding, what do they know? My Harp just strums a little louder and the numbers cease to show. She reads to me at bedtime from a scrapbook of my praise — A fella could float forever on those sweet arpeggiated waves. [Verse 4: swaggering, vibraphone accents] And can you blame a man for taking what the whole world's lined up to give? They buy my little tokens just to breathe the air I breathe — hey, that's how the big boys live! A meeting here, a handshake there, the coin goes in the slot — The music man plays pay-to-play, and brother, that's a lot. [Bridge: strings swell, tempo pulls back, intimate] Now I've got brass, I've got woodwinds, I've got a whole gold section on call, But my Harp — she's platinum, baby, the most valuable of all. Gold is for the also-rans, the second-place, the mild — Platinum plays it prettier when the headlines turn hostile. [Final Chorus: full band, triumphant] So it's me and my Harp till the last encore, She'll be strumming something gorgeous as they're rushing for the door. And when they ask who kept the maestro in the dark — [Spoken aside, wry] Hey, don't look at me, pally… [Outro: belted final line, big band hit, rim shot] …I just danced to my Harp!