Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, Janine, I sing
If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh-huh

Varick Street and I drove south
With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth

Jesus to my left, the Holland Tunnel on my right
Angels shine down from the traffic light

Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, Janine, I sing
If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh-huh

I fell asleep by the blue light of "Live at Five"
And as I drifted off, I heard Al Roker say to me
Dial 1-900-4-J-A-N-I-N-E

Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, Janine, I sing
If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh-huh

Slap myself to waking, but now it's too late
'Cause I spelled your name out on my license plate

Janine...