Having a Drink with Jane

Having a Drink with Jane

when my day's work is done
and it hasn't been fun
and I'm tired of life in the fast lane
I know what I'm prime for
I know that it's time for
having a drink with Jane

when what's pissin' me off
is the gang at the office
and work is befogging my brain
I know what I pray for
the end of the day for
it's having a drink with Jane

some crave their tete-a-tete's
vodka, tomato
juice with tabasco and lime
it doesn't much matter
as long as the chatter
is with the right person at the right place and time

now the decor is too bright
and the waiter's half-tight
and the jazz ain't exactly Coltrane
the joint isn't classy
no white wine with cassis
where I have a drink with Jane

but when the world is too cold
and I'm feelin' too old
for the lust after lucre and gain
I forget about pelf
and renew myself
by having a drink with Jane

we sit if we're able
squeeze in at a table
or stand at the bar, don't complain
we sip Bloody Mary's
martinis or sherries
or perhaps if it suits we'll have flutes of champagne

when the pro's are all con
and the pressure is on
and I'm tired of life in the fast lane
there is nothing more calming
more soothing, embalming
than having a drink with Jane

well, they've stolen my bike
and the cabs are on strike
and I see I just missed my last train
but what do I care
when I pull up my chair
and have another drink with Jane?

department disasters
or soi-disant masters
the talk's always light and urbane
of Cuisinart pate
or maybe yerba mate
or outlets for bargains and furniture stain

well, I hate to say so
but I really must go
that feeling's come over me again
since I started this song
it's been far, far too long
since I had a drink with Jane