Barangrill Lyrics

*CAPO 1*
Intro:
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Three wait-resses all wearing black diamond earrings
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Talking about zombies and Singapore slings
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No trouble in their faces, not one anxious voice
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None of the cra-zy you get from too much choice
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The thumb or the satchel or the rented Rolls Royce
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And you think she knows something by the second refill
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You think she's enlightened as she totals your bill
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You say ?Show me the way to Barangrill?
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Well, some say it's in Service, they say ?Humble makes Pure?
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You're hoping it's near Folly ?cause
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You're headed that way for sure
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And you just have to laugh ?cause it's all so crazy
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Ah, her mind's on her boyfriend and eggs over ea- -sy
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It's just a trick on you, her mirrors and your will
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So you ask the truck driver on the way to the till
 
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But he's just a slave to Barangrill
The guy at the gas-pumps, he's got a lot of soul
He sings Merry Christmas for you just like Nat King Cole
And he makes up his own tune right on the spot
About white-walls and windshields and this job he's got
And you want to get moving, and you want to stay still
But lost in the moment, some longing gets filled
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And you even forget to ask: ?Hey, where's Barangrill??
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