Black Francis Lyrics
"Discotheque 36"

At discotheque

Thirty-six on the Richter Scale

I'd seen you pouring out, out the ale

My Triple Sec

Feeling like my first skin pop

You tasting like salty drop

Isn't that something?

How I thought that I'd seen

Every women that there was to be seen

Just doing my dumb thing

There to make a scene

I ended up drinking from the stream

Ended up drinking my Alexandra

Then comes a day I was never smart

But I'll leave you with a view of one more classic shot

Now everyday, feel the good things in your heart

When you look out of the window to this spot