Lyrics

The Margarita Swing (C Cain)

One part sour, one part sweet, put it in a tin and shake it up
Two parts strong and four parts weak, put it in a tin and shake it
over ice to bring it down, pound the zest to let it out
Put it in a glass and stir up

I saw the curvature of the earth, in the Long Bar at the Waldorf in Shanghai,
in Noel Coward’s chair, an Englishman and a Mad Dog to boot.
The barman with his Boston Shaker high,
let that Negroni fly four feet into the glass.
A waterfall of pure class, his apron stayed as white as a priest’s.

Al Capone, the ghost of Pier 39,
looks down on the rocks and their Noilly Extra Dry.
An olive swims in a gin as briny as a clam in Frisco Bay.
Thinking about my grandparents on the train,
the evening run from New York up the coast,
pulling into Bridgeport, always two Martinis a day

Ah Tequila, Tequila, Tequila, this song won’t be a song complete without you
Salt on the lip, and a lime that kicks
God, I love Margaritas!