BOYS IN BARS
composed and lyrics by Kevin Bacon
You could
hear that
jukebox
pound
but you
could
barely
see
inside
Rumor
had it
years ago
it's where that
girl had died
Why they called it a cafe
Well I never understood
cause there were no tables on the street
and that coffee tastes like mud
But every night at five o'clock
they'd start to come around
We'd begin to set them up
and they would knock 'em down
Sometimes after midnight
with a pocket full of green
We'd lock the doors, and stepped outside
and our day would begin
We were Boys in Bars
Burning novas, shooting stars
Cruising Broadway without cars
We were gonna take that town
Nothing there would knock us down
That old apple would be ours
George was a lawyer
in a old Brooks Brothers suit
Glen worked for homicide
he had a pistol in his boot
Franco was a sculptor
he looked something like a beagle
Chaz did a lot of things
but none of them were legal
Debby was a waitress
and she came all the way from Queens
We'd sit around and wonder
how she got into those jeans
Micky tended bar
so her always drank for free
Johnny was a lover
and he taught everything to me
And we ere BOys in Bars
Cool as ice cubes, sharp as darts
Running down all thsoe lonely hearts
And all that liquid gold
all those lies we told
all those medals, all those scars
Last night I was thinkin'
back on those sweet old disco days
But you know the memories were cloudy
through that thick Marlboro haze
Freezing outside, "54"
just hoping he'd pick me
Skiing down Columbus
just like Jean-Claude Killy
Back before the ticking clock
made all of us his slave
Back before the search for love
could put you in your grave
I'd never trade the days I lost
for the years that I have found
But sometimes late at night
I can hear that jukebox pound
Repeat first CHORUS
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