Couple in the corner Now she's crying on his shoulder Well they're a couple of Modern Lovers Sort of Kevin and Isolde She's embarra**ed by his footwear He's embarra**ed by her hair But he doesn't really care He says it's murder staying emotionally aware He's another Lost Soul But he's only come here to die And get high In the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar In the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar Big John in the wooly Football training in the evening Well he got married married married Now he only thinks of leaving And he's surrounded by the blubber Watch the terylene stretching As he makes a point about his car When you're on miles to the gallon You know where you are And he's here every night, he's such a regular guy He gets high In the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar In the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar We came in from the rain Now we're surrounded by the Eels of d**h Everyone nervous and everybody couldn't care less We raise our gla**es in 2/4 time We study the latecomers as they slither in beneath the door About this time of the night There's more and more and more and more Well, give them ten minutes then they all go home to die Cos they're so high In the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar In the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar In the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar In the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar In the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar In the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar, the sarga**o bar