Z Bar Songtext
von Catherine Ringer

Well, two little streets that come in a corner
Will bring your feet by a bar with no color
A kind of place you surely pass over
A kind of place with only three customers

Where managers change every season
Sad old cynics, smiling desolation
Finally I open the door
Curiosity, that′s what's for

This little bar
It could be so nice
This little bar
I′ll meet the owner and speak to her
This little bar
It could be so cool
This little bar
Yeah, I could be the manager


The bar is nice, curved in counter
Through Spanish arches, a place for players
Metal, dark wood, it looks good
Sun top roof, but no smell of food

It's said the place is dogged by bad luck
It's said it no chance, the owner don′t give a fuck
But with his pot and good sandwiches
We changed a lot without the help of witches

This little bar
It could be so nice
This little bar
I′ll meet the owner and speak to her
This little bar
It could be so cool
This little bar
Yeah, I could be the manager

Two little streets that come in a corner
Will bring your feet by a bar full of colors
A kind of place you surely enter
A kind of place full of customers


This little bar
It gonna be so nice
This little bar
I'll meet the owner and speak to her
This little bar
It gonna be so cool
This little bar
And soon I′m gonna be the manager

This little bar
I'll meet the owner and speak to her
This little bar
It gonna be so cool
This little bar
And soon I′m gonna be the, I'm gonna be the
Manage, manage, manage, manager