| 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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