finding himself miles from home after a night in Old Bombay turns wild and crazy |
One night In Bombay, India I walked into a bar, 20 drinks too sober. On the wrong end of a Friday night booze run On the bad side of the Moon. Over by where the Martians Sat drinking their Martian whisky Ogling the maidens from Venus. Staring at the Earth women Who were walking by, wearing skin-tight pants Made their eyeballs hurt. I gave into the spirit I went over to the Martian dudes And got drunk on the Martian madness. Smoking some good old Mars dust And flew off to the planet Jupiter Just to have some fun with a lady She said she was from Saturn I did not know she was from the planet Pluto Until I woke up the next day, Naked, under the alien Sun In Jail, on the Planet Alpa Centura Light years away a million miles from home. A thousand years in the future And I had no money, no honey And no way home Still 20 drinks too sober. So I sat down in that jail And started drinking away my time Until one day I woke up and found myself Back in that evil bar. Back in Bombay Over by the Martian whorehouse Down by the Gate of India. And I walked up to the Venus babe And said, man, that was some bad shi.t Let’s do it again someday She smiled and I had my way. Knew the day would come again When I would be drinking with the Martians And something wicked my way would come Just another night of wicked fun On the wrong side of the Moon On the right night In the mean streets of Bombay. A nightmare from my Bombay days |