His name was Gip-pal
He was an Al-Bhed
With golden spikes atop his head, an epaulet of black and red.
He would work all day
Fixing Machina
And in Bevelle some miles away,awhite haired praetor pined all day
He loved his Gippal true-
And Gippal loved him too-
They were both handsome and in love
They liked to ren-dez-vous
At the Luca, Luca Cabana
The hottest gay bar in all Spira
Here at the Luca, Luca Cabana
Kisses and smiles were always the style
At the Luca
They were in love…
He was Isaaru
Zanarkand tour guide
Sitting across them at the bar,noticed the praetor from afaR
And when their eyes met
He was in heaven
But as he tried to head his way,a jealous Gippal blocked the way
And then a fight ensued,
His robe was torn in two
There was no way the one eyed boy
Would let him pass on through
At the Luca, Luca Cabana
The hottest gay bar in all Spira
Here at the Luca, Luca Cabana
Kisses and smiles were always the style
At the Luca…
…He lost his love
His name was Gippal
He was an Al-Bhed
He used to have a love so true, but there was nothing he could do
He lost his praetor,
His love a traitor-
Isaaru worked him with his charm, and they left walking arm in arm
Now Gippal sits alone
No one to call his own
He lost his man, not part of his plan
To share his happy home
At the Luca, Luca Cabana
The hottest gay bar in all Spira
Here at the Luca, Luca Cabana
Kisses and smiles were always the style
At the Luca…
…Don't fall in love
