Well sitting in a bar alone where no-one knows your name. Is like laying in a graveyard wide awake. You're scared that if you cough or yawn you might wake up the dead. So pretend to read a paper or just drink instead. I'm a stand up comedian but I'd sit down if I could. The world just seems to want folk like me to stand. And the punch-lines seem to disappear like clouds across the sky. And the laughter could be real or could be canned. Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar. At Liar's Bar. Well living with a lying man could never really hurt. But living with a drunk well no-one deserves. And you're looking for your husband
you're not sure he's still alive. Don't bother with the cemetery he'll be down at liar's dive. I'm a travelling businessman. I just stopped in for one drink. You'll find that I'm not like the other men. Their noses are red whilst mine is only pink. And they didn't choose their drink their drink choose them. Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar. At Liar's Bar. And the grave-diggers' smiling at his reflection in his spade. He's visiting the seediest the shallowest of graves. The vocal chords of elephants and the character of mice. They're singing "whiskey, whiskey" so good they named it twice. Well I don't pass buildings with lights on
if I said that I did I'd have lied. 'Cause what looks like a Chinese restaurant may have Chinese New Year inside. And son all my life I've been searching the bars I've been in I forget. The lights outside ever brighter but a light on the inside not yet. Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar. At Liar's Bar. And he's a world-wide traveller he's not like me or you. But he comes in mighty regular for one who's passing through. That one came in his work clothes he's missed his last bus home. He's missed a hell of a lot of buses for a man who wants to roam. If I look rough I am rough. If I look sad I am. If I look broke I am broke. Just a broke down peice of man. I've turned enough leaves to fill an autumn and if I had one final wish. I'd be your slave for a decade. if you could take me away from this. If you took me away from this. I'd be different you'd see. 'Cause I didn't choose a drink a drink just chose me. Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar. At Liar's Bar. Well I'm smoking like a chimney. And I'm drinking like a fish. At Liar's Bar |
