All the girls all get prettier at closing
time.
Oh, they all begin to look like movie stars.
All the girls all get prettier at closing
time.
When the change starts taking place, it puts
a glow on every face of the fallen angels
of the back street bars.
#1.
If I could rate them on a scale from one to ten.
I'm looking for a nine but eight could work
right in.
Few more drinks and I might slip to five or even
four.
But when tomorrow morning comes, and I wake up
with a number one I swear I'll never do it anymore.
All the girls all get prettier at closing
time.
Oh, they all begin to look like movie stars.
All the girls all get prettier at closing
time.
When the change starts taking place, it puts
a glow on every face of the fallen angels
of the back street bars.
#2.
I don't mean to criticize the girls, at all.
Cause I'm no Robert Redford, even overhauled.
But we all picture in our minds a girl that looks
just right.
Now, ain't it funny, ain't it strange, the way a
man's opinions change, when he starts to face
that lonely night.
All the girls all get prettier at closing
time.
Oh, they all begin to look like movie stars.
All the girls all get prettier at closing
time.
When the change starts taking place, it puts
a glow on every face of the fallen angels
of the back street bars.
The fallen angels of the back street bars.
A seventies smash from Kraziekhat.