Around the singles bar, playing parlour games Marianne plays kiss and run and waves her welcomes again. She's way out after dark, painted for the part, to steal some young man's week away and rob him of his heart. To tease the lonely brute with the dark blue tattoo They choose the longer route up to his room And leaning an the light, pursuing dirty nights and eagle out on bail surveys his nails. Young men gone west for a city roof Young men gone west for their gin and vermouth Young men gone west, it's young men for the boys Leaving the next for their j**els and toys Young men gone west from unhappy homes Leading the way for the lonely ones. Now Harry's lost weekend is trembling to a close, He's drowned his dreams in nicotine and pawned his overcoat He stumbles to the stairs, disturbs a love affair, he shuffles as they stare and begs to be elsewhere But can he claim a willing ear before they disappear He's sure a lover's time worth a dime. Young men gone west into kisses and crime Seeing the stairway and wanting to, climb Young men gone west for the rodeo, mistaking strangers for people they know Young men gone west, just wasting their days Asking directions and losing their way