In the backroom of the bar, crusty fingernails I saw him

Everything was hidden by all the greasy hair he was in

Never looking up, he seemed so sad I tried to offer him

My shot of whiskey but he said I only drink gin



We sat there quietly purposely ignoring the room

He smiled wistfully, his shirt was dirty and torn

Everlasting glances left open ended 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

We made a great couple me and him

Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks gin

Well that's the way it is with him



Went to the ladies room, when I returned to my chair

His hands were in my bag, red handed guilt everywhere

Took out a photo of an old Romeo

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



We played these games where we go through the whole alphabet

He'd have an Adam and Eve and I had a Dixie Julep

Went through an Artillery, Caruso, and a Diamond Fizz

Fallen Angel, Green Dragon, ending with a kiss in the dark



In the back room of the bar

In the back room of the bar

We made a great couple me and him

Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks gin



Last call came right at once, glasses were empty and dry

We got our second wind but all we had was a dime

Didn't even seem to care, the bartender unaware

We jumped overthe 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 great couple me and him

Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks gin (x2)