I hang my head down on Hollywood 'Cause either way you look down it's just stars And I'm making my way down the Cherokee To get drunk in a bar And I know my friends, they worry about me I can see it written on their face Despite anything that I said before The bar is a beautiful place. . . . sha na na na, sha la la la la. I got a cold in my heart that the doctor can't feel He said "go get you a beer" But they don't let the sunshine come in here. Sha la. Sha la la la Where the hookers and thieves and the junkies play It's a circus round here for sure And I worry about how I'm fitting in If I only had her And I know my friends they worry about me I can see it written on their face But despite anything I might have said before, The bar is a beautiful place. . . . sha na na na, sha la la la la. Ain't it strange, I see your face in the window of a store Holding me back from throwing my bottles out at the cars Sha la. Sha la la la So hey there, Mrs. Samuels Hey Laura, I'm thinking of you Would you take an old drunk as-is If he was sweet to you And tomorrow, you'll probably give up on me I won't blame you, hell I'll celebrate 'Cause despite anything you may have said to me
I hang my head down on Hollywood 'Cause either way you look down it's just stars And I'm making my way down the Cherokee To get drunk in a bar And I know my friends, they worry about me I can see it written on their face Despite anything that I said before The bar is a beautiful place. . . . sha na na na, sha la la la la. I got a cold in my heart that the doctor can't feel He said "go get you a beer" But they don't let the sunshine come in here. Sha la. Sha la la la Where the hookers and thieves and the junkies play It's a circus round here for sure And I worry about how I'm fitting in If I only had her And I know my friends they worry about me I can see it written on their face But despite anything I might have said before, The bar is a beautiful place. . . . sha na na na, sha la la la la. Ain't it strange, I see your face in the window of a store Holding me back from throwing my bottles out at the cars Sha la. Sha la la la So hey there, Mrs. Samuels Hey Laura, I'm thinking of you Would you take an old drunk as-is If he was sweet to you And tomorrow, you'll probably give up on me I won't blame you, hell I'll celebrate 'Cause despite anything you may have said to me
