She poured my beer. Pre-happy hour.
Zero hour. Eight P.M.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the Earth so much
I miss my bartender
Its lonley out in the Red Room
And I think its going to be a long, long time
Til a beer brings me around again to fine
I'm not the slow drinker they think I am at all
Oh no no no, I am a Rocket Man