(John Kay)
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Once I knew a girl
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Lived on the other side of town
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Everybody knew her family's name
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She had the best of everything
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While I just had my fun
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I finally ask her out but she explained
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The very finest is what I'm used to
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The very finest it has to be
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And when she saw me counting my quarters
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Well, she just never took another look at me
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She said the best is barely good enough
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And if that's all you got then it won't do
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The best is barely good enough
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And if that's it then I can't go with you
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Just the other night
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I played a concert in Atlanta
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And there she was, right in the second row
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Afterwards she asked me
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Would I like to come on over
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So I explained to her why I said no
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The very finest is what I'm used to
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The very finest if nothing more
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And then she saw me leave with her sister
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That's when I hollered
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Through the closing backstage door
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For me the best is barely good enough
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And I know what you got and it won't do
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The best is barely good enough
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And that is why I just can't go with you
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Spent that night quiet pleasantly
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Her sister in my arms
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We passed the times in many different ways
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She wondered what I thought of her
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I said "You're number one
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You know that's why I'm asking you to stay
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The very finest is what I'm used to
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The very finest that's why you're here"
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But when I asked her how I was doing
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Well, she just kinda smiled
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And whispered in my ear
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She said your best is barely good enough
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But if that's all you got then it must do
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The best is barely good enough
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But if that's it then it will have to do
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The Best Is Barely Good Enough
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| John Kay |
