A squat greek sips his ouzo Fingering his gold neck chain Robust corn-fed american beauties Lick the salty rim of margaritas In the corner lies a comatose musician Dreaming on the job again You can't buy love But you can buy friends Upon her breast a shiny crucifix Holier than me I guess Sheds friends like a snake sheds skin Her laughter sounds so venomous In his corner lies the once proud musician Thinking on the job again