Terry Allen - Cocktail Desperado lyrics
[Terry Allen - Cocktail Desperado lyrics]
Low lights of the lounge
Happy hour's not happy
It's lonesome, lost and found
When the have not's will just have to share
Their television dreams with
The cocktail desperado who is
Never what he seems
The cocktail desperado, hides behind a smile
Big gold tooth El Dorados, ride you in style
And if you're not drunk or crazy
He'll still get you in between
'Cause the devil is his chauffeur
Honey and love's his limousine
His booth is built for comfort
Like a big-time guru's car
Hе'll get you where you want to
If you want to go too far
El cocktail dеsperado's loaded deck
Behind the wheel
He's got diamonds on his pinkie, baby
And his gangs, let's make a deal
(Learnt it all from Monty Hall)
From factories to the daquiri's
Get lowdown in the lounge
Them have nots they just have to
Spread their lies around
And that cocktail desperado's like some
Yankee from the South
He got a little bitty head to go with that
Great big mouth