Filthy McNasty's Whisky Cafe Twice I found love The archer was blind And he He had no soul So I took his arrow and bow And he said: "Off you go" And I decided I had to find you On my own When I first came in A ghost opened up the door for me And a playboy asked me: "Milk, charlie or sugar in the tea?" A rabbi singing: "Jesus was a sailor and he walked upon the water" It was at Filthy McNasty's Whisky Cafe That I found you I don't know if I have what you want Or if I have what she needs I know that I want her That I want her to be happy But I know it's not always so 'Cause in Spanish Harlem There's a hurricane of black bells that won't let go And they're occupying her balcony So she can't see properly out of her kitchen window Well it's night and it's warm Going to bed, wearing my uniform And I don't think about what to do I always think about what I should have done When she's gone Oh I always think about all the nice things I should've done But she's gone And she's gone She's gone Gone