With a double Irish and a gla** of water The conversation was mosaic Back in the Golden Cross I sat in the bar with the Afternoon refugees Back against the wall The day had been fine until three Now everything was wet and dank And you could smell the fish stall Through the open door The elephant girls came in Looking like bowling balls In mini skirts They did the rounds Of the old tired black guys Who didn't give a sh** Dice and double vodkas Were the order of the day The endless country and western Everybody had grey faces Back in the Golden Cross I sat in the back bar with the afternoon refugees My back against the wall