Oh-oh, yes, I'm the late bartender,
I'm tending these drinks at the well.
I pour their crutch 'cause they drink so much,
My bar's in a fancy hotel.
And so, long's they got legal tender,
They drift off and slowly get stoned.
Some like brand name it all makes them lame,
Some want me to leave them alone.
Some meals spray the ceiling like when they heave,
Unreal when it peels what the paint once concealed.

Guess I'm the late bartender,
That ceiling I'm hafta hose down.
It seems to me they get argue-y,
Get swearing and smart they confound,
Defending a point without ground.
Some meals spray the ceiling like when they heave,
Unreal when it peels what the paint once concealed.
Guess I'm the late bartender,
That ceiling I'm hafta hose down.
It seems to me they get argue-y,
Get swearing and smart they confound,
Defending a point without ground.