Lyrics
Martha always had a thing for superman,
Guys like Frank could never turn her on,
Still she tried to fill him up with courage,
And she tried to teach him how to fly,
She never got past thinking love a lie.
The barroom boys got her so excited,
The Barroom noise kept her hypnotized,
Those big bad boys,
They were always good for something,
And something's better than nothing
When it's free.
In her prime she turned some heads
(They all agree),
Cruelty of gravity has changed some things,
Still she smiles like such a blushing virgin,
When she slams another shot of gin,
She never knows when to stop
Once she begins.
The barroom boys got her so excited,
The barroom noise keeps her hypnotized,
Those big bad boys
They were always good for something,
And something's better than nothing
When it's free.
Barroom Boys.
Barroom Boys.
Sinking into Sunday Morning Sympathy,
Frank would offer aspirin and Luke Warm Tea,
And he tried to tell her that he loved her,
And she'd lie and kiss him on the cheek,
When evening came
She'd paddle up the creek.
The barroom boys got her so excited,
The barroom noise kept her hypnotized,
Those big bad boys
They were always good for something,
And something's better than nothing
When it's free.