I was playing at a gig once,
At a local grocery store,
I had pictures from the party,
Pics and pics galore.

The store had one hour photo,
So I took along my negs,
The get some extra prints made,
 Of Janey and her legs.

The store was quite a distance,
From my own little pad,
So I knew they wouldn't know me,
Which made me feel quite glad.

So I handed in my negatives,
And played my little gig,
And hoped she wouldn't notice,
Any girl who wore a wig.

‘Cos the pics were all from Robin's,
And the guys were all en femme,
Including me - yours truly,
And I wasn't feeling calm.

But when the gig was over,
The girl gave me my prints,
I don't think that she noticed,
No smiles, no winks, no hints.

So, feeling very happy,
I split that nothing scene,
But when I got the prints home,
I found they were all green.

It seems the one hour photo,
Had screwed up everything,
Had messed up all the pictures,
Of our little CD fling.

So, now I have to go back,
And bitterly complain,
And hope the photo lady,
Does not notice "Jane"

‘Cos if she prints the pictures,
And examines every one,
She might just notice "Janey"
Was in there having fun.

And if she looks too closely,
At the guy who's standing there,
She might look twice at "Janey"
And then she'll stand and stare.

And Janey will be outed,
The closet door ajar,
And everyone will know now,
Both here and from afar.

That well known local jazzman,
Who plays his little song,
Everyone will know now,
Was Janey all along.

Janey Lang.
1st August 99.