Septennial Song, Revisited

Some polishing of my latest, particularly the tagline, which is almost tolerable now.

One of my failings as a lyricist is that, in short order, I begin not to give a damn about a work in progress, especially a bread-and-butter thing like this. It's at this point that I begin to tinker with particular words, changing 'em first one way, then another, with never any sense that I prefer one way or the other. Several lines below have changed back and forth several times, before ending up as they were to begin with. Ah, me. I'll bet Johnny Mercer never felt such a malaise; when he thought of a word, he knew whether it was the right one or the wrong one.

Seven—
It's been seven—
Seven awesome and extraordinary years
With a pianist who hasn't any peers!
Lift your glasses and convert your "Cheers!" to cheers!

Seven—
Lucky seven!
(It's a thought to keep among his souvenirs!
And, in case it isn't music to his ears—
Lift your glasses and distil your "Cheers!" to cheers!)

Should we sit around and listen
To the music of the spheres?
No, we'd rather hear "Perfesser" Scott
Another seven years.

Do we want to watch a baby
Being bruised by Britney Spears?
We'd prefer to watch "Perfesser" Scott
Another seven years.

—Scott, m'boy!
You play one hell of a song!
—The spell of a song
That swept us along
For

Seven
(Count 'em, seven)—
Seven seasons filled with gaiety and tears.
Thank the Lord, he chose the best of all careers!
Lift your glasses and transmute your "Cheers!" to cheers!

Lyric © 2006 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov