Seven men Lyrics

I'm sitting in a bar in New York City,
Waiting for my next beer to come.
Looking out of the window,
Hearing the cars passing by,
Watching the ladys.
I'm waiting for my next beer to come,
Just sitting in a bar in New York City.

The barman 's on the phone with his lawyer,
Has forgotten my next beer to bring.
Seven men coming in, silently,
Catching the barman,
Dragging him off, while
I'm waiting for my next beer to come,
Just sitting in a bar in New York City.

The old man in the corner stands up,
Shuffling he comes over to me,
Talking to me in a whisper, hey guy,
The barman has strangled his boss.
I'm waiting for my next beer to come,
Just sitting in a bar in New York City.

I say what's that to me?
Who the hell now brings me my beer?
Maybe he did it with good reason.
Looking out of the window,
Hearing the cars passing by,
Watching the ladys.
I'm still sitting in a bar in New York,
Waiting for my last beer to come.