(G. Liszt) Hey bartender, thats a lovely beer Did she love me not? Did she love me dear? I cant ravel back an unraveling mind But if I take that drink I can travel in time Back in the days of summer Flaming and blissful Me and you, a stamen and pistil Love be lofty, love be risky But if she wont have me You can love me whiskey Im holding out hope for a sober cure A way, a way Way to forget should I know for sure Im ready to go home and sink in the bunk Good boys dont get stinking and drunk I cant find the fun in my sober living When theres no forgetting and such slow forgiving Im holding out hope for a sober cure A way, a way A way to forget should I know for sure Hey Barnett, Id have a final shot I dont care if Ill be fine or not Someday you can find me sober But tonight Im a five-leaf clover Im holding out hope for a sober cure A way, a way A way to forget should I know for sure Im holding out hope for a sober cure A way, a way A way to forget should I know for sure