One, two, one, two, three go      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      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      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