Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barangrill, artist - Joni Mitchell. Date of issue: 28.10.2012
Song language: English
Barangrill |
| Three waitresses all wearing |
| Black diamond earrings |
| Talking about zombies |
| And Singapore slings |
| No trouble in their faces |
| Not one anxious voice |
| None of the crazy you get |
| From too much choice |
| The thumb and the satchel |
| Or the rented Rolls-Royce |
| And you think she knows something |
| By the second refill |
| You think she’s enlightened |
| As she totals your bill |
| You say «Show me the way |
| To Barangrill» |
| Well some say it’s in service |
| They say «Humble Makes Pure» |
| You’re hoping it’s near Folly |
| 'Cause you’re headed that way for sure |
| And you just have to laugh |
| 'Cause it’s all so crazy |
| Ah, her mind’s on her boyfriend |
| And eggs over easy |
| It’s just a trick on you |
| Her mirrors and your will |
| So you ask the truck driver |
| On the way to the till |
| But he’s just a slave |
| To Barangrill |
| The guy at the gaspumps |
| He’s got a lot of soul |
| He sings Merry Christmas for you |
| Just like Nat King Cole |
| And he makes up his own tune |
| Right on the spot |
| About whitewalls and windshields |
| And this job he’s got |
| And you want to get moving |
| And you want to stay still |
| But lost in the moment |
| Some longing gets filled |
| And you even forget to ask |
| «Hey, Where’s Barangrill?» |