Empty bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I was thirsty I saw her sitting at the bar, well 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 When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man, yeah My heart wasn't in it, not for one single minute Oh then 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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"Barrier Reef" as written by Murry Hammond Kendall Bethea

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