Crossed Wires
It was a Monday at the King's Head
I'd never seen the place so quiet
And then I saw you across the room
I never knew the things you would do
The way you staggered to the bar
Told me you were wasted
Your mind was frazzled and soon we'd see
A moment of divine comedy
Oh man your wires are crossed, be careful
Oh man your wires are crossed, be careful
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You put your coat on to have a smoke
And got down off your bar stool
You chewed a ciggy with lighter poised
And also got your phone out
The phone began to ring in our ears
But you lifted your lighter
Next to your ear hole, you weren't aware
Until you flipped the ignition
You set your ear-hair ablaze in public
The stench is still in my nose, can't shake it
You set your ear-hair ablaze in public
The stench is still in my nose, can't shake it