The Paradise Lounge ( How now brown cow) IP

Welcome to Paradise Lounge
I see all the regulars are in
I’ll tell you all about them
For the price of a gin

It had smoky atmosphere
Of course that is no more
And there is a polite notice
Posted on the door

The lady in the corner
In the slinky dress
Saying ‘how now brown cow’
Thinks her diction is the best

She practices nightly
Waiting for a part
An out of work actress
Crazy for her art

Old Croc is the one
You’ll find behind the bar
From his Ozzie accent
You know that he’s from afar

He’s settled here in Paradise
And though he won’t say much
For a pretty lady
He’s often an easy touch

That couple in the booth
They’re having an affair
The locals mind their business here
And they don’t really care

His wife doesn’t understand him
Her husband’s never in
Together they find solace
Is that such a sin

Never mind, let’s move on
Oh dear, she’s starting to slur
Seems ‘how now broon cow’
Has a Scottish burr

That guy at the bar
Is an accountant up the street
One of the quietest fellows
You’d ever want to meet

Now I’ve heard he gets up to things
Kinky, don’t you know
I just say - each to his own
As far as these things go

Back over in the corner
The lady in the slinky dress
Now how cow brown
Isn’t sounding the best

Over at that table
That lady is a nurse
Her boy friend wears a collar
Works up quite a thirst

Looking up at her adoringly
From his position on the floor
On that situation
It’s best to say no more

Old Croc is a smiling
Business must be good
Seems Paradise can be found
In a neighbourhood

Outside by the curb
Zipper’s in his cab
He amazes all his customers
With his gift of gab

He’s waiting for the fares
He knows will come his way
Once Paradise is closed
He’ll finally earn some pay

Oh, it’s last call back inside
Let’s get a quick one in
You’re looking quite thirsty
And I’d like another gin

It seems the cow’s no longer brown
The dress is past its prime
It’s probably just as well
That it’s closing time

I hope you’ve enjoyed
Your tour of Paradise Lounge
If you want to come again
I’ve often on the scrounge

You’ll find me at the piano
When you want to know more
Paradise can be found
By walking through that door