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.

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