In the back room of the bar, missed her being good as I saw him,

Everything was hidden by all the greasy hair he was in.

Never looked again at me seemed so sad,

I tried to offer him my shot of whisky, but he said “I only drink gin.”

We sat there quietly purposely ignoring the room.

He smiled briskly his shirt was dirty and torn.

Ever lasting glances left open any chances

But he stole my heart when he ordered a double for me…



In the back room of the bar,

In the back room of the bar.

He made a drink up for me and him,

Coz I drink whisky but he only ever drinks gin

Oh that’s the way it is with me.



Went to the ladies room

When I returned to my chair his hands were in my bag,

Ridden with guilt everywhere.

Took out a photo of an old Romeo

Threw it over his shoulder and rested his hand on my knee

We play these games were we go through the whole alphabet

He’d have an Adam Knee and I had a Dixie Tulip

Went through an Artillery, Cruiser and a Diamond Kiss

Partying till we drag an ending with a kiss in the dark.



In the back room of the bar

In the back room of the bar.

He made a drink up for me and him,

Coz I drink whisky but he only ever drinks gin



Last call came right at one

Glasses were empty and dry.

We got our second win

But all we had was a dime.

Didn’t even seem to care

The bar tender unaware,

We jumped over the counter

Took off with our hands full of booze



In the back room of the bar,

In the back room of the bar

We made a drink up for me and him

Coz I drink whisky and he only ever drinks…

… In the back room of the bar

In the back room of the bar

He made a drink up for me and him,

Coz I drink whisky but he only ever drinks gin.