Empty bottle

Empty, empty bottle

Dime, a nickel, quarter too

Empty bottle

Empty, empty bottle

Empty dreams for you

As I watch the smog settle on the palms

I hear a whisper through the trees

A little dream I had when I was but a lad

That life has surely beaten and set free

I dreamt that I would own a house upon the hill

A castle in the clouds on stilts

Bikini babes would dip their soft and supple hips

Into my pool of wealth

Empty bottle

Empty, empty bottle

Dime, a nickel, quarter too

Empty bottle

Empty, empty bottle

Empty dreams for you

And now I am the king of absolutely nothing

A belly that is proud and full

My queen, she never came, my heart, always afraid

I sleep beneath the pier and behave

As I watch the smog settle on the palms

I hear a whisper through the trees

I'm just an empty bottle, flotsam on the waves

Drifting through my weeks and days

Empty bottle

Empty, empty bottle

Dime, a nickel, quarter too

Empty bottle

Empty, empty bottle

Empty dreams for you