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!