The Great Broken Crayons Lyric Sheet Project
and Mechanical Cereal Experiment continued . . .

To Anacreon (The Bar-Tangled Manner)

Oh, say can you see, by the beer's neon light,
Where so loudly we wailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose barmaids and guitars, through the drunkenest fight,
O'er pool tables we watched, wildly kicking and screaming?
And the robot's blank stare, the bums burping in hair,
Gave proof through the night that our bag was still there.
O say, does that bar-tangled manner still groove
O'er the noise of the creeps and the foam of the booze?

And where is that band who like drunk sailors swore
That the havoc of rock drowned the babble's confusion
At home in a country that loves us no more?
The bleach has washed out new friend's old work's pollution.
No record could soothe lost innocence and youth;
Just the bright glow of night, or the smoky back booth:
And the bar-tangled manner in triumph doth groove
O'er the noise of the creeps and the foam of the booze.

So we play it loud, though we can hardly stand
Between songs I smell food someone bring me a sandwich
Blest with pickles and cheese, please give the waitress a hand
To navigate through you losers to the stage from her station.
Then rock on we must, for our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "Sic evitable fulmen or bust."
And the bar-tangled manner forever shall groove
O'er the noise of the creeps and the foam of the booze!