2021 Jerry Brotherton

It was the neon sign of the 
Flamingo Paradise motel.
Flashing lights into my eyes 
that woke me up in that filthy hell.

It took a cigarette before I knew 
where in the world I was.
And another to clear my mind 
of the ringing from last night’s buzz.

There was gin on the table 
so I took myself a little snort.
I looked inside my wallet and 
I was five hundred dollars short.

I swear that when I went to bed 
I had a woman by my side.
I told myself well ole boy 
at least it looks like you’re still alive.

Chorus:
Imagine that. 
Who would have ever thought,
this time it would end exactly the same.
Happens each time 
I mix whisky and gin.
If I thought this time would be different, 
I guess I only have myself to blame.

Well I tried to piece together 
the events of the night before.
I remember there was a Llama 
though I really can’t be sure.

I’m pretty sure she had blond hair, 
not the Llama but the girl.
There’s a clown’s mask on the bed post
I’ll be damned if I know what for.

I don’t think she was a lady 
or I a perfect gentleman.
I tried so hard to recall her face 
but I just don’t think I can.

I went into the bathroom 
to splash some cold water on my face.
There was a tuxedo and a bridal gown 
strewn about the place.

(Repeat Chorus)

Written in lipstick on the mirror 
was a note that someone wrote.
Said thanks for the good time husband 
don’t worry—I returned the goat.

Now I swear this is the last time 
I’ll touch another drop of gin.
Until the next time I’m in Vegas 
when I’ll do it all again.

(Repeat Chorus)