Lyric Barrier Reef

The Empty Bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I was thirsty.
Saw her sitting at the bar, you know how some girls are,
Always making eyes, well she wasn t making eyes.

So I sidled up beside her, settled down and shouted, "Hi there."
"My name s Stewart Ransom Miller, I m a serial lady-killer."
She said, "I m already dead," that s exactly what she said.

So we tripped the lights fantastic, we was both made of elastic.
Midnight came and midnight went, and I though I was the President.
She said, "Do you have a car," and I said, "Do I have a car?"

What s so great about the Barrier Reef?
What s so fine about art?
What s so good about a Good Times Van,
When you re working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man?

My heart wasn t in it, not for one single minute.
I went through the motions with her. Her on top, and me on liquor.
Didn t do no good, well I didn t think it would.

What s so great about the Barrier Reef?
What s so fine about art?
What s so good about a Good Times Van,
When you re working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man?

When you re working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man.

When you re working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man.