In the Backroom

When Senoritas walk at night, Habaneros on the move It's music to their ears in the backroom If there's money to be made And it's a hundred in the shade and in the backroom She's sentimental like the last Of the foreigners running past her to the backroom And if things aren't sweet in Mecca She'll be begging for forgiveness in the vacuum They're taking pains with California And they're guaranteeing boredom for the monsoon And apart from what was offered There were mothers buying orphans at the auction Youre much better off in Two's If you're coming to see the carnage in the backroom Doubled over on the table I was concentrating harder in the backroom Weaving in and out of consciousness Hiding out behind the entrance to the backroom It took longer than expected They had difficulty swallowing capsules We had a keener nose for trouble Than the sniffer-dogs at Heathrow You'd be trousers down in no time in the backroom Almost nothing in the papers Told me it happened when they emptied out the backroom