God bless those girls from Barcelona Who smell of roses and cocaine I hope they know their parents miss them So do them sunny shores of Spain I miss them dancing in the kitchen Miss that long, stoned goodbye I'm too sober to sleep I'm too drunk to cry God bless that famous painter's daughter The girl I loved so long ago Man, I'm so sorry about her mother I know she loved her mother so I miss her downtown, walking backwards Miss those snowbanks in her eyes I'm too sober to sleep But I'm too drunk to cry God bless garage bands in the basement God bless garage bands on the stage And God bless them bones of Mick McCann Those Irish Catholics, they never age God damn my liver when it's thirsty God damn my wallet when it's dry I'm too sober to sleep But I'm too drunk to cry I'm too sober to sleep But I'm too drunk to cry I'm too sober to sleep, But honey, I'm too drunk to cry