Los Barrachos (I Don't Have Any Hope Left, But the Weather is Nice)

Being sad's so boring I'm taking a vacation I'm driving down to see my old friends tonight Let's spend the week with rosy cheeks And crush the grapes beneath our feet And stop burrowing through old chocolate boxes Like a heartbroken Bacchus (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I miss those good old boys They could still find joy in life to talk about I miss those good old boys They could still find joy in life to talk about So leave that girl behind you Or whatever it is that's got you We've still got time for one more drink tonight Think what the others would say If they saw you in the bathroom, kicking the stall door They'd say get out of your head for a while Jump into mine, leave it on repeat and it says And if I'd been a parrot, I'd have been a very good parrot And if I'd be a parent, I'd be my own parents And if that's not apparent than it will be soon I miss those good old boys They could still find joy in life to talk about I miss those good old boys They could still find joy in life to talk about I miss those good old boys They could still find joy in life to talk about I miss those good old boys They could still find joy in life to talk about I miss you, miss you, miss you I miss you, miss you, miss you I miss you, miss you, miss you (I don't have any hope left, but the weather is nice) I miss you, miss you, miss you (I don't have any hope left, but the weather is nice) I miss you, miss you, miss you (I don't have any hope left, but the weather is nice) I miss you, miss you, miss you (I don't have any hope left, but the weather is nice) If you're trying to live, you have to own what you do If you're trying to live, you have to own what you do Oh, Jesus Christ, I, I wish I could talk like that But such is my place in life I I don't have I don't have any hope I don't have any hope left, but the weather is nice I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you