Everybody’s talkin' 'bout this little girl that works downtown / I don't even know her name / she bartends on Friday nights / mixes drinks and picks her fights / I don't even know her name

Uptown boys say that she's a knockout /and the downtown boys stay till they get kicked out / If I knew her favorite song, I'd play it on the jukebox all night long

When she works that place is packed that place is packed / all the dudes keep crawling back / they don't even know her name / tonight we're stayin' all night long / or until the moneys gone / we don't even know her name

Everybody’s talkin' 'bout this little girl that works downtown / I don't even know her name / blond hair, brown eyes, long legs, electric things / I don't even know her name

Well all the dudes write love lines to her up on the bathroom walls / and some guys swear they got her number but she don't get no calls / one more scotch boys – one more round and I'll work up the nerve I swear / but last call comes and last call goes – and I'm still sitting here

If I knew her favorite song I'd play it on the jukebox all night long


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Bartender song meanings
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