1
Keep their spirits up Frank, all for some so some for all,
The only spirits here man are hanginâ off the wall,
Yeah, you know as well as I do, that we donât serve up cheer,
When they come for anaesthetics and itâs been this way for years,
2
They empty out their glasses,#
Fill âem up with tears,
One for the road, one for the road,
That leads them right back here,
3
To rain on their troubles,
Wash âem down deep,
And play in the puddle,
Till theyâre fast asleep.
1
Now Joe he lost his woman to some big-shot business man.
He said I trusted love not money and now look where I am.
Youâve had enough Joe, you gotta go now.
Youâve too much Joe, I send you home now.
2
And he says please Frank, please Frank.
But I am just the tender, I donât give counsel I donât get close,
Iâm on no rescue mission man, Iâm in no rescue boat,
3
Iâm here to make money,
Wages plus tips,
For pouring water
Into sinking ships.
