Gabby from Holy Drinker by Robert Sunday
Tracklist
| 6. | Gabby | 3:05 |
Lyrics
On the wall behind the bar there is a portrait displayed
In the darkness of the cinema a newsreel plays
And in both there is a pugilist of high renown
A boyhood friend of mine, and he is still in town
In a Champs-Elysee hotel we will rendezvous
Talk about the past and share a drink
And he rents for me a hotel room
Now I'm in thrall to pale golden parrots on a red silk wall
In the corridor I saw a young girl entering her room
I spoke highly of her beauty and she said I like you too
And perhaps we'll meet tomorrow night she murmured in the dark
Her room was 87, it was carved upon my heart
That night I went to see her, she was not surprised
Lying there half naked with a book
She said i am a dancer and my name's Gabby
We danced right into bed and set our inhibitions free
Saturday we took a trip to Fontainebleau
But now the spark we'd had was just a hollow glow
Still we drank our fill and hit the sack and I will recount
How her warm naked body was a sea in which to drown
Sunday morning I had to go see Therese
Gabby took offense and went berserk
She stormed out of the room, and shouted nothing's free
I didn't know right then she'd stolen half my cash from me








