oh oh oh (etc.,)

The curved corner bar reflected sun off cars oh

Tiled corner bar of all favoured bars oh

Fortune cookie of bars oh

Roast duck corned beef calamari risotto bistro of the bar oh

Carlton and United blackboard of the bar oh

Alcohol floods through all who stop to worry that things could be better oh

oh oh oh (etc.,)

It doesn’t really matter any more because we’re all whores oh

All attention seeking whores in a city of whores of phantasmagorical super capitalist

slave whores oh

I could slit up right now here in the bar slit up right now no one would care oh

In fact they’d insert theirs and not care put their little knives in there and not care oh

If they slit up I’d put mine in theirs I’d put mine in theirs also

oh oh oh (etc.,)

We urbane ourselves like wild things in the boredom of the bar oh

The decay of everything and the beauty of everything by the jar oh

The jar of every diffuse sundown until all is undone and re-discovered in the darkness

of the bar and bistro oh

The jar of all starlight and moonlight through haze of stars the jar of blackest night oh

No moon or stars the jar of no stars and bars but navy blue and moustaches oh

Tables out the back and toilets bare moustaches football stars and palm trees oh

This jar you gaze into crystal ball of jars oh

This jar oh

Facing the jar I’m doing to the jar what I always do to the jar oh

The jar you go looking for and never find until it’s there oh

Facing the jar you’re doing to the jar what you always do to the jar oh

You make the jar feel wanted the strangest jar the usual jar oh

It is the only jar that can call itself a jar oh

It is my jar my lovely jar oh

oh oh oh (etc.,)