Let´s put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town
Set ´em up, we´ll be knockin´ em down.
You wear a dress, baby, and I´ll wear a tie.
We´ll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky

All your scribbled lovedreams, are lost or thrown away,
Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowing day
Our love needs a transfusion so let´s shoot it full of wine
Fishin´ for a good time starts with throwin´in your line.