Hey barman! How are you,
Today again I am broken and apart,
Fill my glass full of love,
And empty my pain of heart.

A peg to heal,
A glass to set me free,
A shot so I fly and sail,
Oh! My dear,
Give me some love,
Something to live on,
With your best cocktail.

I don’t care what people call you,
I don’t care why are you cursed,
Diseased and immoral it may be,
For me you are goddess,
And goddess is thee.

I always want to meet you,
And dip in your honey,
Of many things which stop me,
Sometimes it is fear,
Sometimes it is money.

As long as you drive boredom out of the door,
As long as you keep me happy and alive,
I will always return to you,
Dear o dear 64.