Punk Bartender
Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2005 11:45 am
Punk Bartender
words by Johnny Cashpoint
music by The Molsen Twins (Johnny, Leaf, and moi)
Rosie lost her job just the other day
Boss didn't like what she had to say
So she went daytime drinking
She had issues need sinking
Rosie's got a thing for punka rocka men
Barman's red mohican made him 6 foot 10
He looked like a sasquatch
That's gone through a bad patch
And he says he's a punk and always was
Used to hang out with the Ramones
She wants a piece of rough and he will do
It must be better, than, a life all on her
own
Rosie and the barman they go back to his place
Kissing every tattoo that he's got on his face
"Hey there Mr Bartender
You could be a contender" [until]
Rosie wanted music as they started to get rude
Flicking through his CD-Rs to elevate the mood
Her feet they got itchy
ELO, Lionel Ritchie
And he says he's a punk, she's not convinced, oh no
It's all Bon Jovi, not the Clash
She likes her barmen rough so this won't do, oh no
He's got Garth Brooks, when, she wants Mister Johnny
Cash
Her feet they got itchy
Goodbye, Lionel Ritchie
words by Johnny Cashpoint
music by The Molsen Twins (Johnny, Leaf, and moi)
Rosie lost her job just the other day
Boss didn't like what she had to say
So she went daytime drinking
She had issues need sinking
Rosie's got a thing for punka rocka men
Barman's red mohican made him 6 foot 10
He looked like a sasquatch
That's gone through a bad patch
And he says he's a punk and always was
Used to hang out with the Ramones
She wants a piece of rough and he will do
It must be better, than, a life all on her
own
Rosie and the barman they go back to his place
Kissing every tattoo that he's got on his face
"Hey there Mr Bartender
You could be a contender" [until]
Rosie wanted music as they started to get rude
Flicking through his CD-Rs to elevate the mood
Her feet they got itchy
ELO, Lionel Ritchie
And he says he's a punk, she's not convinced, oh no
It's all Bon Jovi, not the Clash
She likes her barmen rough so this won't do, oh no
He's got Garth Brooks, when, she wants Mister Johnny
Cash
Her feet they got itchy
Goodbye, Lionel Ritchie