Illegitimate Children

She's getting hammered

On Alabama slammers

3 drinks ago no

He wouldn't stand a chance.

He's sipping the whiskey

Feeling confident and frisky

Writes "Slow Hand" on a twenty

and slips it to the band.

By the end of the first verse, they're out on the floor

By the end of the song, they're out the door

Spirits are up, inhibitions are down

Same story's unfolding all over town

From the barroom to the bedroom

The path's weathered and worn

This is how illegitimate children are born

So it's his place or hers?

Whichever comes first.

They're all the way to second base

in the back of a cab

It's hard to resist that liquor of lust

And it's easy to think it might be love

When spirits are up, inhibitions are down

Same story's unfolding all over town

From the barroom to the bedroom

The path's weathered and worn

This is how illegitimate children are born

Strangers and slow songs

Bar stools and back seats

Lead to bottles and babies

Ask cabbies and barkeeps

When spirits are up, inhibitions are down

Same story's unfolding all over town

From the barroom to the bedroom

The path's weathered and worn

This is how illegitimate children are born

Yeah this is how illegitimate children are born