Soul Coughing — Janine lyrics

Lyrics

Janine, I drink you up Janine, I drink you up Janine, Janine, I sing
If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh
Varick Street and I drove South
With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth,
Janine
Jesus to my left, the Holland Tunnel on my right
Angels shine down from the traffic light,
Janine
I fell asleep by the blue light of Live at Five
And as I drifted off, I heard Al Roker say to me:
Dial one nine hundred
Four J A N I N E Slap myself to waking but now it’s too late
Cause I spelled your name out on my licence plate,
Janine