Barflies

There's a glowing light in the centre of town,
A hum resonates for two blocks around,
And just like little moths drawn to a flame,
The barflies come buzzing in all around the same time.

Fred sits in the third seat on the left,
Comes in every night in his Sunday best,
Saves the next stool for Elsie, who never has come,
But they converse regardless by the time his bottle's done.

They're the barflies, barflies,
Crackpots and wiseguys.
Barflies, barflies.
Come on inside and have a drink with us.


Mary's cleavage always enters the room first,
She surveys the room before she opens her purse,
Sits down by a stranger who offers to buy,
A couple margaritas and man, the time flies!

They're the barflies, barflies,
Crackpots and wiseguys.
Barflies, barflies.
Come on inside and have a drink with us.


I think the guy with the big toothy grin is Al,
But he's gone by Bill, and Joe, and Sam as well,
Last week he said he was a football player,
But the rumor says he's really a bricklayer.

They're the barflies, barflies,
Crackpots and wiseguys.
Barflies, barflies.
Come on inside and have a drink with us.




copyright Heather Johnson 2005.