Tempers fraying in the Hat & Fan   Gets so hot in there even in November   Heated words from slicked back hair   It's too small a world for some people to share      Now Gary stares at an empty chair   Told her 5 or 10 and he'd join her right there   Not again, she's not going in, she just sighs...      It's only half 9   There's time, time for drinking   And still more time till he gets to thinking of her   She's in two minds   Maybe she'll board up her door   He sinks two pints and that's how it goes      It's guaranteed he's a funny man   You can bet your life that he'll 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 ride   Starts a solo drive, she's so tired of waiting   When he crawls in will she give him a surprise...?