The Empty Bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I was thirsty.
Saw her sitting at the bar, you know how some girls are,
Always making eyes, well she wasn`t making eyes.
So I sidled up beside her, settled down and shouted, Hi there.
My name`s Stewart Ransom Miller, I`m a serial lady-killer.
She said, I`m already dead, that`s exactly what she said.
So we tripped the lights fantastic, we was both made of elastic.
Midnight came and midnight went, and I though I was the President.
She said, Do you have a car, and I said, Do I have a car?
What`s so great about the Barrier Reef?
What`s so fine about art?
What`s so good about a Good Times Van,
When you`re working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man?
My heart wasn`t in it, not for one single minute.
I went through the motions with her. Her on top, and me on liquor.
Didn`t do no good, well I didn`t think it would.
What`s so great about the Barrier Reef?
What`s so fine about art?
What`s so good about a Good Times Van,
When you`re working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man?
When you`re working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man.
When you`re working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man.