French fried shoe strings
On a drunken cellar door
If these walls could talk
I'd listen to the floor

The bar stools proppin' up
A twenty dollar whore
Recantin' recitations from
A lonesome tale of yore

For a while...
At the Starlight Lounge...
At the Starlight Lounge...

I see a place where something's
Happened every day for twenty years
And the people think it's special
'cause they drown in their beers

The special on the menu
Is the balls of a steer
This is only one place
To escape from your fears

For a while...
At the Starlight Lounge...
The Starlight Lounge...
Yeah, the Starlight Lounge
Is a happy little place
A really fun place where
You can lose your face

And all of my friends
Including me are insane
It's a little hide-a-way
To hide away from the pain

Yeah!

And if my friends
Were by my side
They still couldn't see
Couldn't see inside

The bartender just
Lets my tab slide
Who's takin' who here
For a ride

For a while...
At the Starlight Lounge...
The Starlight Lounge...
At the Starlight Lounge...
The Starlight Lounge...