In plaid and a white vinyl belt;
The bar has mirrors on the ceiling
As into a dark corner I melt.
"Waiter," I say, "Make it a double,
It seems I have feelings to drown."
Double, double toil and trouble
Of all the gin joints in this town.
But what feelings I'm here to tell,
I'm about as empty as this bar,
But, "Play it again Sam," I yell,
"That song could make you a star."
And drunkenly I sing along,
"Feelings wo-o-o feelings," Way out of key.
Yes, feelings by God in a song,
That are completely denied by me,
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