Mr. Bartender

You and I could be together
If not for he
If not for she
So we meet secretly
And as we puff on a cigarette
Trying to forget for a while
All we want is chance to smile

Oh, say there
Mr. Bartender
Change this dollar bill one more time
I’ll put a quarter in your funky old jukebox
And let the music just blow their minds

You and I could be together
If we dare
We could share nights of love
But the rights of love
We gave up with our wedding vows
So I’ll bow slowly out for now
Time is near
I must leave, my dear

But say there, Mr. Bartender
Can’t you fill these hands one more time?
You hear that young boy
Blowing our love song
You know he’s driving us out of our minds