Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll

And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul

There’s another place, does a better job by far

When the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge

And the whole world’s lookin’ for a beverage

And you ain’t got nothin’, nothin’ in the boot a the car

Time for the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

When the coal-trucks settle up and down the line

You can wake up thinking that it’s ‘89

But there’s another sound, thicker than a Bolivar

You can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door

Walnut piano on a wooden floor

A backbeat drummer, Roy on a slide guitar

Coming from the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

When the high tide’s suckin’ at the old sea wall

And the full moon’s lookin’ like a mirror ball

Bigger than Elvis, hotter than a speedway star

With a wet paypacket on a midnight hand

They say you can win a mariachi band

You can lose a girl, quicker than a coup de grace

In the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

Listen, I'm talkin' about the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

B-b-b-backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

Yeah the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

B-b-b-backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

In the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

Whoa in the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

Haul that mother, haul that son

Haul that rubber to the end of a run

That ain’t got ridden since between the wars

All hidden from the liquor laws

Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll

And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul

There’s another place, does a better job by far

That’s the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

That’s the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

The backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

It’s the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s