Tempers fraying in the Hat and Fan
Gets so hot in there, even in November
Heated words from slicked-back hair
Its too small a world for some people to share
Now Gary stares at an empty chair
Told her five, or ten, and hed join her out there
Not again, shes not going in
She just sighs…
Its only half nine
Theres time
Time for drinking
And still
More time
Til he gets to thinking of her
Shes in
Two minds
Maybe shell board up her door
Hes into pints
And thats how it goes
Its guaranteed hes a funny man
You can bet your life that hell 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 wife
Starts a solo drive
Shes so tired of waiting
When he crawls in
Will she give him a surprise?
Its only half nine
Theres time
Time for drinking
And still
More time
Til he gets to thinking of her
Shes in
Two minds
Maybe shell board up her door
Hes into pints
And thats how it goes