The girls all get prettier at closing time They all begin to look like movie stars The girls all get prettier at closing time When the change starts taking place It puts a glow on every face Of the falling angels of the back street bars If I could rate'em on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm lookin' for a 9 but 8 would slip right in A few more drinks and I might slip to a 5 or even a 4 But when tomorrow morning comes, and I wake up with a number 1 I sware I'll never do it anymore Now I don't mean to criticize the girls at all Cause I'm no Robert Redford, even overhauled We all picture in our minds a girl that looks just right Ain't it funny, ain't it strange, how a man's opinions change When he starts to face that lonely night