Lyrics Old 97’s – Barrier Reef

The Empty Bottle was half-empty
Tide was low and I was thirsty
Saw her sittin’ 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 ladykiller.»

She said, «I’m already dead.»
And 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 thought 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
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

What’s so great about the barrier reef?
Yeah, 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