A smoky bar
Dimly lit, and extra dingy
Not the ma' and pop place
You'd want your kids to go

Those barstools
They always knew me
The way I liked to lean
And listen to that thump

That baseline
Oooooooooh
On an old Rickenbacker bass
She was tuned way low
Low like she meant business

Thunk
With a chunky fuzz
Through a B-52
As it rattled each empty glass

And boy, the ones not empty
Whisky waving
Like a ******* T-Rex
Was walking to your Jeep

Sometimes,
It's only music that
Will ever thump to the beat
Of your heart