I Make The Dough, You Get The Glory

Blazing a trail to the Southern cities
From the streets of our hometown
Basement bars, we played from the heart
In the company of our friendsIf I write down these memories
That I have saved away
Photographs of the years that have passed
Inside my little brainYou're cool and cred like Fogerty
I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s
You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label
You're the buffet, I'm just the tableI'm a Ford Temple, you're a Maserati
You're The Great One, I'm Marty McSorley
You're the Concord, I'm economy
I make the dough, but you get the gloryBig fish, small pond and some cover songs
That we sang along the way
We used to midnight run to The Vesta Lounge
Cheese, burgers and chocolate shakesAnd once I got drunk with Jeb
I told him I was in love with you
But I love you like a brother
So I guess that half of it was trueAnd you're cool and cred like Fogerty
I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s
You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label
You're the buffet, I'm just the tableI'm a Dodge Sparkle, you're a Lamborghini
You're The Great One, I'm Marty McSorley
You're the Concord, I'm economy
I make the dough, but you get the gloryIf I write down these memories
That I have saved away
Photographs of the years that have passed
Inside my little brainI'm sure it's been said in the finer print
You make me look like Janet May
Heavy rotation on the CBC
Whatever in hell that really means, yeahYou're cool and cred like Fogerty
I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s
You're the Concord, I'm economy
I make the dough, but you get the glory
You get the glory, you get the glory