Lyrics Last Orders - Saint Etienne

Last Orders

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???