Lyrics

[Verse 1] Well, it's Sunday night in the city And his flat top's done just right Below the drop's on the stereo He'll meet the stiffs for a drinkin' night It's quarter past eight, he's never been late For a bottle with his name on it So it's into the car and down to the bar Where he buys the first round for the boys [Chorus] Well, he's headed down to Mad Dog And he's lookin' for a skinhead girl He'll take what he can, it's the story of a man And the life of a drunken fool You never know who he'll meet I've seen him dancin' in the street And next Sunday he'll be comin' back for more [Verse 2] Well, he worked his way through the slaughterhouse And through the years that he'd rather forget He holds true to the friends that he left behind And to the boys that he just met Well, it's quarter past eight, he's never been late For a bottle with his name on it So it's into the car and down to the bar Where he buys the first round for the boys [Chorus] Well, he's headed down to Mad Dog And he's lookin' for a skinhead girl He'll take what he can, it's the story of a man And the life of a drunken fool You never know who he'll meet I've seen him dancin' in the street And next Sunday he'll be comin' back for more [Interlude] [Bridge] Well, it's Sunday night in the city And his flat top's done just right Below the drop's on the stereo He'll meet the stiffs for a drinkin' night It's quarter past eight, he's never been late For a bottle with his name on it For the road and then down to the bar Where he buys the last round for the boys You're bound to see him someday Between the city and the streets of VA So when you do, don't be fooled by the story The story of a drunken fool [Chorus] Well, he's headed down to Mad Dog And he's lookin' for a skinhead girl He'll take what he can, it's the story of a man And the life of a drunken fool You never know who he'll meet I've seen him dancin' in the street And next Sunday he'll be comin' back for more