Sitting in a Bar Songtext
von Jimmy Barnes

I′m sitting in a bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
One of them's a girl, the other one I′m not so sure of
One of them's on acid, the other one's screaming
Baby talk and as I dream, there′s a cold grey Saturday
Coming in under the door

Well, I got up Friday morning, headed off to work
Playing yes sir, Joe, to a certified jerk
But any job these days is better than no job at all
Anything for money, a drink and a feed
Anything to know, I get what I need
When I whip out the cash card and jam it in the wailing wall

Friday being Friday and the world being young
It′s the usual panic of where to get it
The usual friends are just taggin' along


Well, I ran into some friends, on a drink-a-thon
Followed me out, I let ′em tag along
Eleven hours later, the last one's smashed on a pissed walk home
But he′s holdin' on

And I′m sitting in a bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
There's a cold grey Saturday
Comin' in under the door

I had a feed ′round midnight, for the man on the run
Now it′s half past five, and I'm in this dive
But I can feel this meal, and it′s comin' alive

And I′m sitting in a bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
One of them's a girl, the other one I′m not sure of
Said that one of them's on acid, the other one's screaming
Baby talk, as I dream
A cold grey Saturday′s a-comin′ in under the door, yeah
There's a cold grey Saturday, a-comin′ in under the door