(K. Craddock/C. Gibson)  Come on around to a bar downtown  Where the boys are boys  And the women get down to business  Where the barman's hip  He don't take no lip  and all the girls get giddy  When the ship comes to town.  Sellin' ince in the cellar  Cos the cellar's pretty hot  Makin' eyes at the ladies  Givin' everything they've got for you  Gropin' in the dark  Cos the lights are dim  When a blind man says  Your beer belongs to him.  Run down wind up on the street  Nobody wants a bum like that for company  Hold on slow down  Keep your head  What do you want to talk like that for?  Come on to my place  We can have a goodtime  Pass around the bottle and  Meet some friends of mine.  Take off your shoes  And let the time slip by  till the sun comes up  And it's time to say goodbye.  ------------------------------------------------