Lyrics:
The bar lights and the liquorAnd the way all the bottles they shineWell I got five more dollars, drink anotherYou'll feel fineYou'll feel fineYou'll feel fineThe bar lights and the womenThe empty pool hall and you and IWell I got five more dollars, drink anotherYou'll feel fineYou'll feel fineYou'll feel fineWrite your name down on a matchbook sleeveCall me up on Sunday for a drinkCall me up on Sunday tell me anythingThe bar lights and the liquorThe way all the bottles they shineWell I've got five more dollars that wont make you mineThat won't make you mineThat won't make you mine