[This sounds a lot sillier with just an acoustic guitar backing up some half-baked singing. Good thing this is a shady bar and not a concert hall. If you can't be a mess here, where can you be? He gives the gathered, uninterested masses another grin at the next line.]

A singer in a smoky room, YEAH!
The smell of wine and cheap perfume!
For a smile they can share the night,
It goes on and on aND ON AND OOOOON!

[It's really been quite a long time since Greg's done any sort of performing in front of an audience, drunken and uninterested or not. Heck, this is a bigger crowd than most of his concerts ever got There's something liberating about it, taking it back to old days..]