In the Backroom

[Verse 1] When señoritas walk at night, cabañeros on the move It's music to their ears in the backroom If there's money to be made and it's 100 in the shade Here in the backroom She's sentimental like the last As the foreigners running past her to the backroom And if things aren't sweet in Mecca She'll be begging for forgiveness in the vacuum [Verse 2] They're taking pains with California And they're guaranteeing boredom for the monsoon And apart from what was offered There were mothers buying orphans at the auction You're much better off in twos If you're coming to see the carnage in the backroom Doubled over on the table I was concentrating harder in the backroom Weaving in and out of consciousness Hiding out behind the entrance to the backroom It took longer than expected They had difficulty swallowing the capsules We had a keener nose for trouble than the sniffer dogs at Heathrow You'd be trousers down in no time in the backroom Almost nothing in the papers told me it happened When they emptied out the backroom