You wish upon a bar Please don't tell me where you are Bartender warmin' up his car To CBS FM new york Bar loud, bar bright, first bar I see tonight I'm gonna crawl out in the soft light im gonna weep slow meek as christ The phone booth's an altar in queens, girl why you always gotta get mean The buck that bought the bottle coulda struck the lotto but I never really knew what it means Don't tell me where you are Don't send me holiday cards I'ma drop dead drunk on the fdr I wish upon a bar Its almost christmas time The bartenders cutting limes And he asks you bout your kids You respectfully decline Bar moans with calzones and verses from the rolling stones I'm gonna call you from a payphone i'm gonna make sure that you're not home Don't tell me where you are Don't send me holiday cards I'ma drop dead drunk on the fdr I wish upon a bar You'll stay right where you are I wish upon a bar You'll come back to new york Credits