Now you could hear that jukebox pound

But you could barely see inside

Now rumor had it years ago

Is where that girl had died

Now why they caled it a cafe

Well I never understood

Cause there aint no tables on the street

The coffee tastes like mud

But every night at five o'clock

They'd start to come around

We'd begin to set em up

And they would knock em down

Sometime after midnight

With a pocket full of green

We'd lock the doors and step outside

And our days would begin

Cause we were boys in bars

Runnin over the shootin stars

Cruisin Broadway without cars

We were gonna take that town

Nothin there would knock us down

That old apple would be ours

George was a lawyer

In an old Brooks Brothers suit

And Glen worked for homicide

He had a pistol in his boot

Franco was a sculptor

Who looked something like an eagle

Chas did a lot of things

And none of them were legal

Debbi was a waitress

And she came all the way from Queens

Sit around and wonder how

She got into those jeans

Nicky tended bar

So he always drank for free

Johnny was a lover

And he taught everything to me

And we were boys in bars

Cool as ice cubes, Sharp as darts

Runnin down all those lonely hearts

All that liquid goes

All those lives we sewed

All those medals all those scars

Last night I was thinkin back

To those sweet old Disco days

But you know the memories were cloudy

Through that thick Marlboro haze

Freezin outside 54's

Just hopin he'd pick me

Skiing down Columbus

Just like Jean Claude Killey

Back before the ticking clcok

Made all of us it's slave

And back before the search for love

Could put you in your grave-ac