Lisbon

At Nervous Charlie's Fireworks & Beer

my baby told me

she will not drink whiskey

I have been informed

she will not be warmed

And in Lisbon, it seems,

there was a carful of dreams--

all of them nameless,

some of them shameless

At Nervous Charlie's Fireworks & Beer

my baby told me

she will not drink whiskey

Its dark liquid flame

does not appeal to her

And in Lisbon, it seems,

there was a carful of dreams--

all of them nameless,

some of them shameless

At Nervous Charlie's Fireworks & Beer

my baby done told me

she does not feel frisky

I have been informed

she will not be warmed

by dark liquid eyes, which do not appeal to her

But in Lisbon, it seems,

there was a carful of dreams--

all of them nameless,

some of them shameless