I had reached the end of a kind of emotional cul-de-sac.

I ended up at a little vinyl place called the "Three Little Pigs."
I was staring at the beer nuts and the swizzle sticks, and ..the three little pigs...
I was getting a lot of visual and verbal insubordination from a double knit character in the corner... one of those nights...


Warm beer and cold women, i just don't fit in
Every joint i stumbled into tonight
That's just how it's been
All these double knit strangers with
Gin and vermouth and recycled stories
In the naugahyde booths

With the platinum blondes
And tobacco brunettes
I'll be drinkin' to forget you
Lite another cigarette
And the band's playin' something
By tammy wynette
And the drinks are on me tonight

All my conversations i'll just be
Talkin' about you baby
Borin' some sailor as i try to get through
I just want him to listen
That's all you have to do
He said i'm better off without you
Till i showed him my tattoo

Now the moon's rising
Ain't got no time to lose
Time to get down to drinking
Tell the band to play the blues
Drink's are on me, i'll buy another round
At the last ditch attempt saloon

Warm beer and cold women, i just don't fit in
Every joint i stumbled into tonight
That's just how it's been
All these double knit strangers with
Gin and vermouth and recycled stories
In the naugahyde booths

With the platinum blondes
And tobacco brunettes
I'll be drinking to forget you
Lite another cigarette
And the band's playing somethin'
By johnnie barnett
And the drinks are on me tonight