[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus 1]

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"

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus 2]

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

[Verse 3]

The guy at the gas pumps, 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

[Chorus 3]

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?"