Cantina Tina

Cantina Tina never met one meaner Though she sure looked pretty as the night grew long; And so did I, in the mirror of the john. Bottom of the bottle is where the grass is greener. A Skid Row guy with an eye for Pasadena; Spend my nights between seventh and third With old Jack D ’til the world is blurred. Bottom of the bottle is where the grass is greener. Out of County jail for a misdemeanor, “No sir, Judge won’t be doing that no more;” Hot foot it down to the nearest liquor store. Bottom of the bottle is where the grass is greener. Once had a girl, oh boy, you should have seen her “It’s poker, pool, or me if you want me staying here:” So yes, I went ahead and chose the boys and beer. Bottom of the bottle is where the grass is greener. So here I am, eyeing Cantina Tina She’s sure looking pretty as the night grows long; And so do I, in the mirror of the john. Bottom of the bottle is where the grass is greener.