Текст песни Tom Waits - Warm Beer Cold Women

This is about a um...I'd kinda reached the end of an emotional cul de sac one particular evening um. 
It's a strange sort of evening, I ending up at a little fine old place called 'The Three little Pigs'. 
Well I was staring at the beer nuts and the swizzle sticks and the, 
the three little pigs and I was getting a lot of visual and verbal insubordination 
from a double knit character in the corner.

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Warm beer and cold women, I just don't fit in
Every Joint I stumbled into tonight
                         s.n.   
That's just how it's been.
All these double knit strangers with
Gin and vermouth, and recycled stories
                       s.n.   
In the naugahyde booths.

And the platinum blondes, and tobacco brunettes,
I'll just be drinkin to forget you babe,
                         s.n.   
I'll lite another cigarette.
And the band's playin' something by Tammy Wynette,
                            s.n.   
And the drinks are on me tonight.

all my conversations now I'll just be talkin' about you baby
                                             s.n.   
ah, borin' some sailor as I try to get through
I just want him to listen now
I said that's all you have to do
he said I'm better off without you
                       s.n.   
till I showed him my tattoo

now the moon's rising ain't got no time to lose
time to get down to drinking
                         s.n.   
tell the band to play the blues
drink's are on me, I'll buy couple rounds
                            s.n.   
at the last ditch attempt saloon

instrumental verse

Warm beer and cold women, oh I just don't fit in
Every Joint I stumbled into tonight
                                   s.n.   
That's just how it's been.
All these double knit strangers with
Gin and vermouth, and receding hairlines
                       s.n.   
In the naugahyde booths.

And the platinum blondes, tobacco brunettes,
I'll just be drinkin to forget you babe,
                         s.n.   
I'll lite menthol cigarette.
And the band's playin' something by Johnny Barnett,
                            s.n.   
at the last ditch attempt saloon