Don't the Girls All Get Prettier At Closing Time

One, two, one, two, three, take!

Oh, the girls all get prettier about Christmas time
And they all begin to look like movie stars
On the girls all get prettier around Christmas time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the fallin' angels at the back street bars
(I can tell)

You gotta rate 'em on a scale from one to ten
I'm looking for a man could take the work right in
A few more drinks and I might slip to five or even four
When the Christmas morning comes
And I wake up with a number one
I swear, I'll never do it anymore
Talking to you, Santa

Oh, the girls all get prettier around Christmas time
And they all begin to look like movie stars
Oh, the girls all get prettier around Christmas time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the fallin' angels of the back street bars
(Mickey Gilley on the piano)

All the guys come serve it raw
I don't mean to criticize the girls at all
You wouldn't let me be your Santa
Honey, even if I call
We all picture in our mind the girl that looks just right
Ain't it funny and ain't it strange
The way a man's opinions change
When he starts to face that lonely night

Oh, the girls all get prettier around Christmas time
And they all begin to look like movie stars
Oh, the girls all get prettier around Christmas time
When the change starts taking place
It puts the glow on every face
Of the fallin' angels of the back street bars

(Talking to yourself)
The fallin' angels of the back street bars
Hep! Hep! Hep1
Merry Christmas baby
Whoa! Yes!
Merry Christmas everybody
Merry Christmas
Oh, man! Hey!