It's Enough To Make Me Throw The Chair Through The Panes Of The Mirror Into The Street - There I Sit With Raised Eyebrows: All Bars Are Full, My Bar Is Empty - Isn't That Terrific... Isn't That Strange... Isn't That Enough To Make You Puke,,, The Damned Jerks - The Miserable Phonies - Everyone Goes Right By Me... Bloody Mess... Here I Am Burning Gas And Electricity - May God And The Devil Damn Me To Hell: Damn It All... Why Is My Bar The Only Empty One... Grumpy, Reproachful Waiters Standing Around - It Is My Fault - Not One Damned Person Comes To The Door - Cramped In A Corner I Sit With A Hopeful Face. No Customers Come. - The Food Rots, The Wine And Bread. I Might As Well Shut The Joint. And Cry Myself To Death.