We lived just two blocks from the beach In a dirt floor bungalow With butterflies bolted outside The living room window The dog will chew up any shoe Left lying on the front stoop Let the screen door slam On your way out Won't be too hard to find us Follow the lights straight into town Ask anyone at all "Where's the Alexander hotel?" We grew up bookends either side Of the library parking lot From throwing rocks, to throwing looks To throwing the bouquet My mother she's a character All around her cards and gin But watch her close, she'll teach you about Anything to win We'll be finishing each other's sentences And playing uke for pennies Every Friday night At the Alexander Hotel Charlie's worked behind the bar Ever since we were little kids He lost two fingers and an eye In a childhood accident He told me once he wakes some nights His missing fingers itching terribly I read somewhere that phantom pains Never go away Charlie's good for a case of beer Friday night after hours If you let him come along Stumble home in the dark