DRUNK AT THE BILTMORE

It was Thursday, the Budha was filled to the brim
With a hint of The Ramblers rising up from the din
So we ambled outside for some air and some room
When we was struck by the smell of poison ivy in bloom
They were drunk at the Biltmore again
They’d come seekin solace, found Guiness instead
Now they’re drunk at the Biltmore again

There was a band out in front and their bass shook the ground
Playin covers I’d hated the first time around
But there weren’t no one listenin but me and my friends
They were all workin madly on their means to their ends
Gettin drunk at the Biltmore again
They’d come seekin solace, found Guiness instead
Now they’re drunk at the Biltmore again

The girl in the corner, she was gone past her years
Those champagne eyes with bubbles comin’ out through her ears
She stood up and sat down and stood up again
As I watched, from my perch, the mating dance of the damned
She was drunk at the Biltmore again
She’d come seekin solace found cheap love instead
Now she’s drunk at the Biltmore again

There was nice folks and mean folks and some folks we weren’t sure
So we asked ‘em how they felt about the Australian War
One ignored, one laughed, one said “All wars are bad”
I agreed and bought a Foster’s for that studious lad
He was drunk at the Biltmore again
He’d come seeking solace found Foster’s instead
Now he’s drunk at the Biltmore again

I was young once and wild, had my follies and all
Cause you got to learn how to run ‘fore you learn how to crawl
And life ain’t all roses, cause roses ain’t fun
We got drunk fairly often, we just never got dumb
Like they was at the Biltmore again
They’d come seeking something, found nothing instead
They’re just drunk at the Biltmore again