He hit me right in the face
I drove the Falcon uptown
Hung out in the library parking lot
The swelling'll never go down
Tied a Hiram Walker in the lining
Of my father's old corduroy coat
Big, big plans hatching in my brain
And a big ugly lump in my throat
I drove up to Harvey Mudd and played pinball
'Til I didn't want to kill anyone
Polished off all my cheap whiskey
Stepped out into the California sun
Singing bainne na mbo is na ngabhanna(*)
And the juice of the barley for me
Singing bainne na mbo is na ngabhanna
And the juice of the barley for me
My thirst carried me up the coast
Where it only got sharper goddamnit
In a small room that got even smaller
A block away from the Wilamette
There was nowhere I needed to go
And nowhere I wanted to be
From my window looked out upon nothing
And nothing looked right back at me
I had a couple of things on my mind
A couple of problems to think through
And I drank 'til I couldn't see straight anymore
Until there was nothing to drink to
Singing bainne na mbo is na ngabhanna
And the juice of the barley for me
Singing bainne na mbo is na ngabhanna
And the juice of the barley for me
(*)The milk of the cow is good for the calf.