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 thats 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
Hed 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.
Didnt 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.-aca