Barangrill

Written by：Joni Mitchell

Three waitresses all wearing black diamond earrings

Talking about zombies and Singapore slings

No trouble in their faces

Not one anxious voice

None of the crazy you get

From too much choice

The thumb and the satchel or the rented rollsroyce

And you think she knows something by the second refill

You think she's enlightened

As she totals your bill you say

Show me the way to Barangrill

Well some say it's in service

They say humble makes pure

You're hoping it's near folly

'Cause you're headed that way for sure

And you just have to laugh

'Cause it's all so crazy

Ah her mind's on her boyfriend

And eggs over easy

It's just a trick on you

Her mirrors and your will

So you ask the truck driver on the way to the till

But he's just a slave to Barangrill

Guy at the gaspumps

Got a lot of soul

He sings Merry Christmas for you

Just like nat king cole

And he makes up his own tune

Right on the spot about

Whitewalls and windshields

And this job he's got

And you want to get moving

And you want to stay still

But lost in the moment

Some longing gets filled

And you even forget to ask

Hey where's Barangrill