Lyrics:
Meet Me At The Labrynth Plinth

© 2016 by Mary Crowell.

Chorus:
Meet me at the Labyrinth Plinth
We’re gonna leave the bull shit behind.
Meet me at the Labyrinth Plinth
For the best drinking you’ll never find.

That man, did he just string you along
Spinning you a yarn or a line?
What’s left when three rights make a wrong?
Darlin’, have some fruit of the vine.
Out of spirits or crème d’menthe?
Life is cruel to the ‘nth.’
Why not try the Labyrinth?
Oh yeah!

Chorus

Medusa brought a statue along
Carrying a base and guitar.
Set up with an amp and a song
Galatea’s rocking the bar.
Out of spirits or crème d’menthe?
Life is cruel to the ‘nth.’
We’re singing at the Labyrinth.
Oh yeah!

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He left when you had fallen asleep.
You'd pitied him and gave him a clew.
“Get Lost,” you said when he came to weep.
Darlin’, to your vino be true.
Out of spirits or crème d’menthe?
Life is cruel to the ‘nth.’
But how ‘bout that Labyrinth?
Oh yeah!

Chorus