מילים לשיר Barangrill – Joni Mitchell

Three waitresses all wearing
Black diamond earrings
Talking about zombies
And Singapore slings
No trouble in their faces
Not one anxious voice
None of the crazy you get
From too much choice
The thumb and the satchel
Or the rented RollsBy the second refill
And you think she knows something
You think she's enlightened
As she totals your bill
You say "Show me the way To Barangrill"
Well some say it's in service
They say "Humble Makes Pure"
You're hoping it's near Folly
'Cause you're headed that way for sure
And you just have to laugh
'Cause it's all so crazy
Ah, her mind's on her boyfriend
And eggs over easy
It's just a trick on you
Her mirrors and your will
On the way to the till
So you ask the truck driver
To Barangrill
But he's just a slave
The guy at the gaspumps He's got a lot of soul
And he makes up his own tune
He sings Merry Christmas for you
Just like Nat King Cole
Right on the spot
About whitewalls and windshields
And this job he's got
And you want to stay still
But lost in the moment
Some longing gets filled
And you want to get moving
And you even forget to ask
"Hey, Where's Barangrill.