Text: Richard Thompson. Twisted.

It's been raining for a long time
And I can't seem to stand
She left about an hour ago
And so did the band

I'm sitting at the bar, my face in the jar
And something tells me I'm twisted
Ah ha, sitting at the bar with my face in the jar
And something tells me I'm twisted

People are looking hazy
And people are looking dim
I'd go for help if I could
Find the way I came in

I feel in clover, it's time to keel over
Something tells me I'm twisted
Ah ha, sitting at the bar with my face in the jar
And something tells me I'm twisted

Here's the one to lay out
The char lies in the trough
This one's got your name
On it written in the froth

Joining the dregs, I'm running out of legs
And something tells me I'm twisted
Ah ha, I'm sitting at the bar with my face in the jar
Something tells me I'm twisted

Ah ha, sitting at the bar with my face in the jar
Something tells me I'm twisted