Late night whispers where it all begins
When you don’t know truly those that are your friends
From the backstreet tales of mass violence
To the twisted scripts of a fake romance
From the stolen cars to the dodgy deals
To the half a' pound a week he steals
To the Austin martin in his drive
To the false Thai beauty to be his bride

And it’s all....
And it’s all...
And it’s all...
Barstool beauty, barstool beauty, no more

Foreign exchanges set out on the table
To a secret brothel to be set in Avon
From a broken pension to a broken heart
Property investment is the place to start
From the back hand hundreds placed under the table
To a bag of powder with a white set label
To the dodgy cads that are in the sales
To an English veteran with wartime tales

And it’s all....
And it’s all...
And it’s all...
Barstool beauty, barstool beauty, no more

Times of scrapping away, in bar fights
To the pissed up memories of the lock in nights
To wake up for it to be a memory
To the harsh reply that it’s a drunken story...