Barfly Baby

Copyright © 2006, Big Dumb Animals -- All Rights Reserved

Lyrics by Barry Clark
Arranged by Big Dumb Animals

It's Saturday night, I'm out for half-priced drinks,
I have a few, I'm looking cool, I'm working out the kinks.
I always see her there, she's all smiles and thighs,
Surrounded by guys buzzin', buzzin' like flies.

She don't look quite the same in the light of day,
But neon does her justice, and I'm hear to say.
Born to ride a barstool, hi ho Silver away!
My barfly baby, my barfly baby.
 
	Chorus:
	She's my long ball hitter, pick of the litter.
	If I was a baby, she could be my sitter.
	Called all sorts of names, all of them fit her.
	She's my barfly baby, my barfly baby.

Bracelet on her ankle, cigarette on her lip,
Stockings and a garter, with just a taste of slip.
One elbow on the bar, one hand on her hip,
Nails as long as daggers, cocktail firmly in her grip.

The queen is holding court tonight from ten 'til two,
So regal, so vicious, so luscious, so lewd.
Accepting drinks and compliments from the chosen few,
Feelings will be hurt tonight, just what's a boy to do?

          

Classic Barry Clark, classic BDA.

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