At Nervous Charlie's Fireworks & Beer
My baby told me she will not drink whiskey
Its dark liquid flame does not appeal to her
I have been informed
She will not be warmed

In Lisbon it seems
There was a carful of dreams
All of them nameless
Some of them shameless

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