A Shot of Sylvie

© Poltu 2013

 

I met a girl out in downtown Lausanne

They told me name was Sylvie Bourban

She had the face of an angel, the eyes of the devil

I said to me, that gal sure can get a man in trouble

 

Yes I’d a shot, mama

I’d a shot of Bourban, a shot of whiskey,
a shot of Sylvie

 

She grabbed a mic and she started to sing

And all of a sudden the lights went bling-a-bling

She trilled like a cherub, she howled like a ghoul

I swear that woman could steal a man’s soul

 

Yes I was high, mama

I was high on Bourban, I was high on whiskey

I was high on Sylvie

 

I staggered home in the middle of the night

I crashed down the door.

Mama, you was waiting – with a knife.

 

Yes I’m drunk, mama

I’m drunk on Bourban, I’m drunk on whiskey

I’m drunk on Sylvie

 

She’ll steal a man’s heart; she’ll tear out his soul,

When that gal sings, mama, a man’s got no control

 

Yes I’m drunk, mama

I’m drunk on Bourban, I’m drunk on whiskey

I’m drunk on Sylvie

 

I’m going out again, mama, to get me that baby doll

 ‘cause mama, without her, I don’t wanna see the dawn

 

Yes I’m gone, mama

I’m gone on Bourban, I’m gone on whiskey

I’m gone on Sylvie