There's a dance hall there
Where the sick folks go
Like the olden days
On the Barbary Coast
There's a barefoot child
She's playing in the rain
Where the sick folks go
Like the olden days
On the Barbary Coast
There's a barefoot child
She's playing in the rain
You can sell your wares
Even if they're hard
In the great bazaar
Or the parking lot
'Cause it takes a while
To know who to blame
Even if they're hard
In the great bazaar
Or the parking lot
'Cause it takes a while
To know who to blame
I might have a taste
'Cause the first one's free
And the checkout girl's
Got a thing for me
And they're both as sweet
As the day is the long
'Cause the first one's free
And the checkout girl's
Got a thing for me
And they're both as sweet
As the day is the long
I don't wanna feel stuck, baby
I just wanna get drunk before noon
I just wanna get drunk before noon
I don't mind my head
When there's room to dream
Feel like Paul Gauguin
Painting breadfruit trees
In some far off place
Where I don't belong
When there's room to dream
Feel like Paul Gauguin
Painting breadfruit trees
In some far off place
Where I don't belong
Tried to lose myself
In the primitive
In Yosemite
Like John Muir did
But his eyes were blue
And mine are red and raw
In the primitive
In Yosemite
Like John Muir did
But his eyes were blue
And mine are red and raw
'Cause the modern world
Is a sight to see
It's a stimulant
It's pornography
It takes all my will
Not to turn it off
Is a sight to see
It's a stimulant
It's pornography
It takes all my will
Not to turn it off
Don't want you to feel sad, baby
I take everything back, I swear I do
I take everything back, I swear I do
'Cause once all the friends I had
Have used me up and left
I bet you hang around
I bet you'll hang around a while
Have used me up and left
I bet you hang around
I bet you'll hang around a while
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