Lost at the Oarhouse Again

Oh, he stopped at the Oarhouse again
Just to get out of the wind
Where the music soothes and the whiskey addles
and if you're up the creek at least you've got paddles
Oh, he stopped at the Oarhouse again.

Well, he drank a couple beers and he did a couple shots
and he fell and hit his head and he raised a couple knots
and he pulled out a cigarette and asked for a light
and he went out past the pool table into the night.

Oh, his world was topsy-turvey, he was feelin' kind of used
and the road was really curvy and he got a bit confused
and he very nearly made it, but he swerved to miss a duck
and he lost the way to BB and he stopped and cursed his luck and now he's

Lost at the Oarhouse again
and his head's really starting to spin
But the music soothes and the whiskey addles
and if he's up the creek at least he's got paddles and he's
Lost at the Oarhouse again.

Well, he drank a couple beers and he did a couple shots
and he fell and hit his head and he raised a couple knots
and he bumped into a biker and he got an awful fright
and he stumbled past the pool table into the night.

Oh, he saw her on the lakeshore.  He was captured by the sight
as she listened to Sinistir Rivir over the water in the night
and he told her, "Baby, you're beautiful! You're everything I want!"
and she said, "yeah, whatever, that'll be thirty-five bucks up front."

and he paid and she was still trash but now she was his trash and he started to think maybe he could recycle her
and he played in his mind all the great lines from all the love songs that there ever were
and they went back to her place and he said, "Darling, I'll do what I can!"
but he ran screaming from the room when he discovered
that she
was
a
man.

And now he's lost at the Oarhouse again.
and the poor bastard really needs a friend
but the music soothes and the whiskey addles
and he's up the creek but at least he's got paddles
And he's lost at the Oarhouse again.

And he drank a couple beers and he did a couple shots
and he fell and hit his head and he raised a couple knots
and he insulted a Shriner and started a fight
and he staggered past the pool table into the night.

And now it's early morning and he's sitting in the grass
and he's feeling kind of seasick but he's hoping it'll pass
and a voice says, "how you're lost, my son, since the bottle you embraced!"
and he says, "Father, I'm not so much lost as just really misplaced."

But he's lost at the Oarhouse again
and it's time for this damned song to end
but the whiskey soothes and the music addles
and if we're up the creek at least we've got
a hell of a lot of paddles

And we're lost at the Oarhouse again.
Lost at the Oarhouse again

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