The empty bottle was half empty, tide was low, and i was thirsty.

Saw her sitting at the bar, you know how some girls are,

Always making eyes, well she wasn't making eyes.



So i sidled up beside her, settled down and shouted, "hi there."

"my name's stewart ransom miller, i'm a serial lady-killer."

She said, "i'm already dead," that's exactly what she said.



So we tripped the lights fantastic, we was both made of elastic.

Midnight came and midnight went, and i though i was the president.

She said, "do you have a car," and i said, "do i have a car?"



What's so great about the barrier reef?

What's so fine about art?

What's so good about a good times van,

When you're working on a broken,

Working on a broken,

Working on a broken man?



My heart wasn't in it, not for one single minute.

I went through the motions with her. her on top, and me on liquor.

Didn't do no good, well i didn't think it would.



What's so great about the barrier reef?

What's so fine about art?

What's so good about a good times van,

When you're working on a broken,

Working on a broken,

Working on a broken man?



When you're working on a broken,

Working on a broken,

Working on a broken man.



When you're working on a broken,

Working on a broken,

Working on a broken man.






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