The man in charge in this place is about to lose his mind

he's running out of money and he's running out of time

and the kitchen crew is all confused while the chef he is in jail

the man in charge, always thinking large, bound to set his soul for sale

the pretty boy behind the bar, a joker in disguise

you catch him in the kitchen once, you're gonna catch him twice

with pockets full of money and a belly full of booze

the pretty boy behind the bar got a long long way to lose

the waitress girls from around the world, rulers of the floor

charcoal painted menu's, got 'em hanging round the door

and if your ordering is incomplete you founds a special place in hell

the waitress girls from around the world, boy you better treat them well

the basement bar, a concrete club, diffusion in the sky

ceiling covered carefully with the wings of dragonflies

and there's plenty of promoters putting DJ's on the job

the basement bar, a broken star on the verge of blowing up

michelada memories, just bloody marry me

pass the immigration test or sail across the sea

and the friends that got you covered

well they let you down instead

michelada memories so heavy on your head

the man in charge in this place is about to lose his mind

he's running out of money and he's running out of time

and the kitchen crew cooking chicken stew while the chef is set for bail

the man in charge always thinking large, bound to set his soul for sale

yeah the man in charge always thinking large, bound to set his soul for sale