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I hang my head down on Hollywood |
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'Cause either way you look down it's just stars |
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And I'm making my way down the Cherokee |
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To get drunk in a bar |
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And I know my friends, they worry about me |
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I can see it written on their face |
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Despite anything that I said before |
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The bar is a beautiful place. . . . sha na na na, sha la la la la. |
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I got a cold in my heart that the doctor can't feel |
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He said "go get you a beer" |
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But they don't let the sunshine come in here. |
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Sha la. Sha la la la |
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Where the hookers and thieves and the junkies play |
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It's a circus round here for sure |
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And I worry about how I'm fitting in |
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If I only had her |
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And I know my friends they worry about me |
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I can see it written on their face |
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But despite anything I might have said before, |
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The bar is a beautiful place. . . . sha na na na, sha la la la la. |
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Ain't it strange, I see your face in the window of a store |
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Holding me back from throwing my bottles out at the cars |
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Sha la. Sha la la la |
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So hey there, Mrs. Samuels |
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Hey Laura, I'm thinking of you |
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Would you take an old drunk as-is |
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If he was sweet to you |
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And tomorrow, you'll probably give up on me |
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I won't blame you, hell I'll celebrate |
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'Cause despite anything you may have said to me |
