Lisbon - Pere Ubu

At Nervous Charlie’s Fireworks & Beer

My baby told me she will not drink whiskey

Its dark liquid flame does not appeal to her

I have been informed

She will not be warmed

In Lisbon it seems

There was a carful of dreams

All of them nameless

Some of them shameless

My baby done told me she does not feel frisky

I have been informed

She will not be warmed

By dark liquid eyes

Which do not appeal to her