Largo

I was recently rid of a man again
So I caught me a cab to see Flanagan
I told the cabbie «the alley in back»
I told myself coming would keep me intact
Flanny shouts from the second floor
As I crossed the lot to the kitchen door
I see Guillermo and give him some lip
And I cross to the bar, Ellen pours me a nip
And I look to the stage it’s the rock of rage as Jon is on
And how could I listen without wanting to be with them
And how could I have thought that I was ever alone?
I feel like singing and drinking and stuff
And I don’t wanna care if I stumble or cry
Handle me like family and that’ll be enough
To keep me from dying when I want to die
When over the rainbow’s too far
Go to Lar, go to Lar, go to Largo
When over the rainbow’s too far
Go to Lar, go to Lar, go to Largo
I’m hopping scotches with Loretta and Bob
But barely containing my rapturous song
Jon’s calling names here like Santa’s reindeer
On Palmer on Leisz on Sarah on Sean
I love watching the Watkins when they’re rocking with Garza
I want to be part of the band though
And when Mr. Tench is on the bench
I want to be the piano
I feel like singing and drinking and stuff
And I don’t wanna care if I stumble or cry
Handle me like family and that’ll be enough
To keep me from dying when I want to die
When over the rainbow’s too far
Go to Lar, go to Lar, go to Largo
When over the rainbow’s too far
Go to Lar, go to Lar, go to Largo