Cocktail Shaker Songtext
von The Suicide Commandos

Meet me at the Wellhop Inn, just up the street
They got a fella working there that I think you ought to meet
He′ll fix you a martini that'll stop you in your tracks
Suns on the yacht bottom, now it′s time to relax

Crushed ice cubes and stainless steel, gin and vermouth
Shake it 'til his hands grow numb, God's honest truth
He′s not a doctor or the undertaker
He′s not a Timberwolf, a Celtic or a Laker
Want a martini? He can make 'er
He′s the man with the cocktail shaker

He makes martinis cold and he makes 'em dry
They′ve been known to make grown men cry
You'll see your breath before you take that first sip
Bet that martini glass gonna freeze right to your lip


Crushed ice cubes and stainless steel, gin and vermouth
Shake it ′til his hands grow numb, God's honest truth
He's not a Buddhist nor a Quaker
He′s not Herb Alpert, Miles Davis or Chet Baker
He′s not Dave Ray whose nickname was "Snake 'er"
He′s the man with the cocktail shaker

For those who like martinis maybe just a bit drier
He'll put one drop of vermouth in the room humidifier
He′s got anchovy olives smuggled straight from France
I recommend you have him fix you one if you get the chance

Crushed ice cubes and stainless steel, gin and vermouth
Shake it 'til his hands grow numb, God′s honest truth
He's not a preacher or the census taker
Won't fix a cosmopolitan or a boilermaker
No margaritas, no shots of Jägermeister
Nothing like that in his cocktail shaker

He′s not a liar, a con man or a faker
He makes martinis in his cocktail shaker
He′s not Milt Mitchell, Keith Moon or Ginger Baker
He makes martinis in his cocktail shaker
If it's not time to get up, he′s not gonna wake 'er
He makes martinis in his cocktail shaker
He′s the man with the cocktail shaker