The Empty Bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I was thirsty
Saw her sitting at the bar, you know how some girls are,
Always making eyes, well she wasn't making eyes

So I sidled up beside her, settled down and shouted, "Hi there"
"My name's Stewart Ransom Miller, I'm a serial lady-killer"
She said, "I'm already dead," that's exactly what she said

So we tripped the lights fantastic, we was both made of elastic
Midnight came and midnight went, and I though I was the President
She said, "Do you have a car," and I said, "Do I have a car?"

What's so great about the Barrier Reef?
What's so fine about art?
What's so good about a Good Times Van,
When you're working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man?

My heart wasn't in it, not for one single minute
I went through the motions with her Her on top, and me on liquor
Didn't do no good, well I didn't think it would

What's so great about the Barrier Reef?
What's so fine about art?
What's so good about a Good Times Van,
When you're working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man?

When you're working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man

When you're working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man