I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote this. Maybe it’s like those spontaneous pieces John Lennon wrote in the 60s that never made any sense. This is a relic from 1992. Enjoy.
Welcome to the Lonely Hearts Bar
Welcome to the house of loons
It ain’t a place you find in the streets
You gotta crawl in-side your twisted mind
Dino just flew in from the tropics
With a frizzy beard and Spidey
[That’s his eight-legged buddy]
Dino says he’s runnin’ for office
An’ Spidey is his runnin’ mate
Dino swings from the chandelier
While Spidey presses the campaign
There he is, hangin’ over the door
Snaggin’ voters in his loopy web
Step on in to the Lonely Hearts Bar
It’s no place like Santos or Martinez
These are the goons you’ll find
Runnin’ in-side your twisted mind
There’s Jumpin’ Jack Slim shooting pool
Thinks he’s a lumberjack in drag
Yes he’s got a heart that’s true
But he’s been D.D.T.’ed too long
Don’t forget the lady in furs
Wears a ragged sable on her neck
Sittin’ on a barstool on the rocks
Drinkin’ rum an’ coke on ice
She comes in day an’ night
To her little circle of friends
Buenos Dias to Alfredo and the maid
An’ the little poodle from her barrio
Welcome to the Lonely Hearts Bar
Come wallow in a Bud with us
We got nothin’ new to show
‘Cept our twisted little minds.
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