Chumbawamba - A Man Walks Into A Bar lyrics
[Chumbawamba - A Man Walks Into A Bar lyrics]
A man walks into a bar, he says
"Give me a Bacardi and Coke!"
The Back o' Beyond Repair welcomes
The broken and the broke
Blather hitches a ride on the
Back of second hand smoke and the man, well
He'll be the punchline in someone else's joke
I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more
A man walks into a think tank
Full of hooch and future sales
Mixing wish lists with extention
Plans re: Guantanamo jail
Smell the solid beech
And a whiff of cannot fail
And a gilt tray chock with
Goblets dripping cut-throat cocktails
And they drink a toast to Florida
And all it's air-conditioned hum
And they damn the health of Cuba and
They damn it's bona fide rum
He sucks a kalamata olive
Spit's out the stone
And he mimics crushing people
Between forefinger and thumb
I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more
The first man wakes up in the
Same bar, but it's different, as in a dream
In fact it's someone else's dream
Clean sheets and new regime
Fidel burns as Nero roams
"Give the bar a zip code!"
"See you" "Si cU"
And it's one more for the road
I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more
"Give me a Bacardi and Coke!"
The Back o' Beyond Repair welcomes
The broken and the broke
Blather hitches a ride on the
Back of second hand smoke and the man, well
He'll be the punchline in someone else's joke
I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more
A man walks into a think tank
Full of hooch and future sales
Mixing wish lists with extention
Plans re: Guantanamo jail
Smell the solid beech
And a whiff of cannot fail
And a gilt tray chock with
Goblets dripping cut-throat cocktails
And they drink a toast to Florida
And all it's air-conditioned hum
And they damn the health of Cuba and
They damn it's bona fide rum
He sucks a kalamata olive
Spit's out the stone
And he mimics crushing people
Between forefinger and thumb
I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more
The first man wakes up in the
Same bar, but it's different, as in a dream
In fact it's someone else's dream
Clean sheets and new regime
Fidel burns as Nero roams
"Give the bar a zip code!"
"See you" "Si cU"
And it's one more for the road
I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more