Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
There’s another place, does a better job by far

When the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge
And the whole world’s lookin’ for a beverage
And you ain’t got nothin’, nothin’ in the boot a the car
Time for the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

When the coal-trucks settle up and down the line
You can wake up thinking that it’s ‘89
But there’s another sound, thicker than a Bolivar

You can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door
Walnut piano on a wooden floor
A backbeat drummer, Roy on a slide guitar
Coming from the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

When the high tide’s suckin’ at the old sea wall
And the full moon’s lookin’ like a mirror ball
Bigger than Elvis, hotter than a speedway star

With a wet paypacket on a midnight hand
They say you can win a mariachi band
You can lose a girl, quicker than a coup de grace
In the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar
Listen, I'm talkin' about the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)
B-b-b-backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)
Yeah the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)
B-b-b-backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)
In the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)
Whoa in the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

Haul that mother, haul that son
Haul that rubber to the end of a run
That ain’t got ridden since between the wars
All hidden from the liquor laws

Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
There’s another place, does a better job by far
That’s the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)
That’s the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)
The backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)
It’s the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s