Last Orders - Saint Etienne

Tempers fraying in the Hat & Fan

Gets so hot in there even in November

Heated words from slicked back hair

It’s too small a world for some people to share

Now Gary stares at an empty chair

Told her 5 or 10 and he’d join her right there

Not again, she’s not going in, she just sighs…

It’s only half 9

There’s time, time for drinking

And still more time till he gets to thinking of her

She’s in two minds

Maybe she’ll board up her door

He sinks two pints and that’s how it goes

It’s guaranteed he’s a funny man

You can bet your life that he’ll bring the house down

Always plays such a winning hand

He just cools it down, they should knight him for it

But outside his former ride

Starts a solo drive, she’s so tired of waiting

When he crawls in will she give him a surprise???