| Now you could hear that jukebox pound
|
| But you could barely see inside
|
| Now rumor had it years ago
|
| Is where that girl had died
|
| Now why they caled it a cafe
|
| Well I never understood
|
| Cause there ain’t no tables on the street
|
| The coffee tastes like mud
|
| But every night at five o’clock
|
| They’d start to come around
|
| We’d begin to set em up
|
| And they would knock em down
|
| Sometime after midnight
|
| With a pocket full of green
|
| We’d lock the doors and step outside
|
| And our days would begin
|
| Cause we were boys in bars
|
| Runnin over the shootin stars
|
| Cruisin Broadway without cars
|
| We were gonna take that town
|
| Nothin there would knock us down
|
| That old apple would be ours
|
| George was a lawyer
|
| In an old Brooks Brothers suit
|
| And Glen worked for homicide
|
| He had a pistol in his boot
|
| Franco was a sculptor
|
| Who looked something like an eagle
|
| Chas did a lot of things
|
| And none of them were legal
|
| Debbi was a waitress
|
| And she came all the way from Queens
|
| Sit around and wonder how
|
| She got into those jeans
|
| Nicky tended bar
|
| So he always drank for free
|
| Johnny was a lover
|
| And he taught everything to me
|
| And we were boys in bars
|
| Cool as ice cubes, Sharp as darts
|
| Runnin down all those lonely hearts
|
| All that liquid goes
|
| All those lives we sewed
|
| All those medals all those scars
|
| Last night I was thinkin back
|
| To those sweet old Disco days
|
| But you know the memories were cloudy
|
| Through that thick Marlboro haze
|
| Freezin outside 54's
|
| Just hopin he’d pick me
|
| Skiing down Columbus
|
| Just like Jean Claude Killey
|
| Back before the ticking clcok
|
| Made all of us it’s slave
|
| And 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
|
| Sometimes late at night
|
| I can hear that jukebox pound
|
| And we were boys in bars
|
| Runnin over the shootin stars
|
| Cruisin Broadway without cars
|
| We were gonna take that town
|
| Nothin there would knock us down
|
| That old apple would be ours
|
| Boys in bars
|
| We were boys in bars
|
| Runnin over the shootin stars
|
| Boys in bars
|
| We were boys in bars
|
| Cruisin Broadway without cars
|
| Boys in bars
|
| We were boys in bars
|
| Cool as ice cubes sharp as darts
|
| Boys in bars
|
| We were boys in bars
|
| Runnin down all those lonely hearts |