Paradise Re-visited

Welcome to Paradise Lounge
It’s nice that you’ve returned
If you’re ready for more gossip
I’ll tell you what I’ve learned

We’ve still got the regulars
You’ll recognize them I know
Croc threw out the comic
He got tired of his show

The lady in the slinky dress
Has a new refrain
It's no longer ‘how now brown cow’
It's ‘The rain in the plain...'

Peter in the corner
Has a sympathetic ear
He’s sweet to the ladies
And always dries their tears

He has a quiet chat with them
And gets inside their head
But it’s really just a ploy
To get them in his bed

There’s a cop coming in now
When he’s finished with his beat
Another one complaining
About his tired feet

He tells amusing stories
About things he’s seen and done
Thinks the key to that job
Is to have a little fun

Croc’s still behind the bar
Though he never drinks a drop
He always pulls a good pint
And fills it to the top

That guy is an artist
He looks quite debonair
He says he wants to paint me
But- I’d have to be bare

Croc said he’d hang it in the bar
I said that I’d not dare
My name is not Godiva
And I’d need longer hair

Moving right along now
You’re a bit slow with the gin
I’ve got more gossip for you
About the new ones coming in

That’s the pilot at the table
On your immediate right
To hear him talk- he’s quite the man
You’d think he invented flight

He’s been to exotic places
And flown all the movie stars
Surprised he doesn’t think
He’s too good for this bar

I see Peter’s found a new one
He’s still working his charm
Before the night is over
She’ll walk out on his arm

Oh, that guy is from Kenya
His smile's a mile wide
But I’d hate to find myself
On his bad side

His voice is fantastic
Gravely and deep
He seems to work too much
Needs to take time to sleep

Zipper’s not a cabbie now
He’s got a new career
He’s jiving on the West End
We sure miss him here

We couldn’t believe it
When he told us what he’d done
We didn’t think his dancing lessons
Was more than a bit of fun

The domme doesn’t come in now
It’s really just as well
The guy that she had collared
She really put through hell

He got fed up eventually
Kneeling on the floor
He took off the collar
And walked out the door

We cheered when it happened
We thought it was about time
The way she treated him
Should have been a crime

Well, that’s the news from Paradise
Not much else to tell
Let’s get one more gin in
Before Croc rings last bells

The last news - I may be leaving
This gig has had its run
But we’ll always have Paradise
And it’s been lots of fun