down at the Drunk N' Subtle, girls
are making points that are hard to ignore
boys are sipping their malted shakes, chocolate
if you want to know.
The juke is playing old golden hits that kick
from a bygone age's treble and bass, as some yodeling hick
yelps a crooned-out version of what was only barely just called
rock and roll, well
here at the Drunk N' Subtle, most
of the patrons aren't really attuned
to what goes on between the lines anymore
but baby, you and I've
got blues, baby you and I
have only got eyes
for the door.
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