Til the money runs out - John Hammond

Check this strange beverage fall out from the sky

Splashin' Baghdad on the Hudson in Panther Martin’s eyes

He’s high and outside wearin' candy apple red

Scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head

With a pint of green Chartreuse, ain’t nothin' seems right

You buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday night

Can’t you hear the thunder?

Someone stole my watch

I sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch

Someone tell those Chinamen on Telegraph Canyon Road

When you’re on the bill with the spoon, there ain’t no time to unload

So bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye

Droopy stranger, lonely dreamer, toy puppy and the Prado

We’re laughin' as they piled into Olmos' El Dorado

Jesus whispered, «Eni meany meany miney moe»

They’re too proud to duck their heads that’s why they bring it down so low

So bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye

Pointed man smack dab in the middle of July

Swingin' from the rafters in his brand new tie

He said, «I can’t go back to that hotel room, all they do is shout

But listen baby, I’ll stay wichew 'til the money runs out»

So bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye, bye bye, bye

Bye, bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye

Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye

Check this strange beverage fall out from the sky

Splashin' Baghdad on the Hudson in Panther Martin’s eyes

He’s high and outside wearin' candy apple red

Scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head

With a pint of green Chartreuse, ain’t nothin' seems right

You buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday night

Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye

Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye

Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye

Oh, bye bye baby, bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye