Текст, перевод и аккорды “Barangrill”
- Three waitresses all wearing Black diamond earrings Talking about zombies And singapore slings No trouble in their faces Not one anxious voice None of the crazy you get From too much choice The thumb and the satchel Or the rented rolls-royce And you think she knows something By the second refill You think shes enlightened As she totals your bill You say "show me the way To barangrill" Well some say its in service They say "humble makes pure" Youre hoping its near folly cause youre headed that way for sure And you just have to laugh cause its all so crazy Ah, her minds on her boyfriend And eggs over easy Its just a trick on you Her mirrors and your will So you ask the truck driver On the way to the till But hes just a slave To barangrill The guy at the gaspumps Hes got a lot of soul He sings merry christmas for you Just like nat king cole And he makes up his own tune Right on the spot About whitewalls and windshields And this job hes got And you want to get moving And you want to stay still But lost in the moment Some longing gets filled And you even forget to ask "hey, wheres barangrill? "
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