Wish Upon a Bar

You wish upon a bar

please don't tell me where you are

bartender warmin' up his car

to CBS FM new york

bar loud, bar bright, first bar I see tonight

i'm gonna crawl out in the soft light im gonna weep slow meek as christ

the phone booth's an altar in queens, girl why you always gotta get mean

the buck that bought the bottle coulda struck the lotto but I never really knew what it means

don't tell me where you are

don't send me holiday cards

i'ma drop dead drunk on the fdr I wish upon a bar

its almost christmas time

the bartenders cutting limes

and he asks you bout your kids

you respectfully decline

bar moans with calzones and verses from the rolling stones

i'm gonna call you from a payphone i'm gonna make sure that you're not home

don't tell me where you are

don't send me holiday cards

i'ma drop dead drunk on the fdr

I wish upon a bar

you'll stay right where you are

I wish upon a bar

you'll come back to new york

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