Trash Can Sinatras Drunken Chorus
I'm looking on the bright side
But I still don't see the light
And why are friends so hard to find
On Wednesday night?
I've got a ten pound note in my pocket
And it'll never find it's way back home
And you thought I'd be lonely
When you'd gone
Discipline is a shelter
The punishment's my home
Built on sticks and stones
And now brittle bones
I'm just a slip of a thing
And now I'm on the slide
And I get so confused on my own
Barmaids beware
Sweet-stout style
And whiskey-drunk flair
I'm drinking the wishing well dry
And collecting the coins
And my cup's brimming over with bliss
Seems that when my throat gets dry
My words get wry
And I raise my glass like a fist
Every sip's a kiss
You used to say my secrets were safe
And that I had no need
To lock them away
But I could kick myself to death
For leaving you the key
And now I know
What security means to me
Hard to get a hold of
What it means to me
And it's hard to get out of the gutter
When it's raining feet
And every helping hand's a fist
I'm drinking the wishing well dry
And collecting the coins
And my cup's brimming over with bliss
Seems that when my throat gets dry
My words get wry
And I raise my glass like a fist
Every sip's a kiss
But hey where will I go
And now that you have gone
And now that you have gone
And now that it has gone
Where will I go
No no where, where will I go
No no where will I go, no nowhere
