Dionysus be with me tonight.
Oh, God of Wine be good.
I see her standing at the bar.
I'm tempted - yes I should
allow the pulsing bass to push me
through the slippery slide
that is this liquor-covered floor
to slink to her left side.
Helter Skelter incantations, hot and humid air –
muffle any sense of prudence so I just don't care
any more than she herself does, swaying to and fro.
I slip myself beside this damsel knowing it’s a go.
God of Wine I entreat thee:
do cast a little spell.
She has no clue just who I am,
but I know her name quite well.
Beer is good and liquor's quicker –
I know not what we drank.
But by the way writhed about,
I knew that we were tanked.
Charlie Chaplin incantations, muffy-stuffled air –
drown out any sense of reason, so i just don't care
any more than she herself does, twisting ‘round about.
I glide our dirvish to the door and then we waltz on out.
My Lord my mind is feeling steely –
my flow all but divine.
My Buick sits just two blocks east –
we're gonna take a ride.
Heading home to Tusculum,
I test her wild hair.
She takes the bait and comes with me –
My lord you've heard my prayer!
Sweet Vibrato incantations, now it's oh, so clear –
riding east along the river, singing as I steer
my Golden Chariot to the hilltop, sweaty are my palms.
I drive this temptress to your temple, offering her as Alms
Patron, yea, though true you are,
these questions yet they loom:
Amid these songs and prayers and hexes,
you cast your spell on whom?
Was I not the intercessor?
She, the victim of my sin?
Or did your red-as-blood elixir
somehow do your servant in?
Hurdy Gurdy incantations drown my clouded head.
Skunky smells of sweet libations torment me in bed.
Duped and damned, alone again. I'm such a stupid sucker.
Yeah, she got the best of me; I think I'll have another.
Duped and damned, alone again. I'm such a stupid sucker.
Yeah, she got the best of me. “Barkeep, pour another!”
Duped and damned, alone again. I'm such a stupid sucker.
Yeah, she got the best of me; at least I got to fuck her.