Song Lyric
Whiskey is my Yoko
Cynthia she might know
Not to mention Julian
Whiskey is my Yoko
Soaking like a Scouse, though
Bowing Liverpudlian
Chorus:
Sail a Dada mission
Stake a free position
Starboard in the lounge
Color in the scratches
Drawn in vinyl rackets
Spinning us around
Indica’s a basement
Catering to spacemen
Orbiting around the bar
She semaphores a flag 'Yes'
Buoyed by a bag dress
Jetsam of a tipsy art
[Chorus]
Grapefruit as a headline
Naked as a deadline
Acorn arrow to my heart
Whiskey is my Yoko
Mythical as New York
Chapman, I left out your part
[Chorus]
Whiskey is my Yoko
