Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift
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'Neath the cement stroll
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Catch the midnight drift
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Cigar chewing charlie
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In that newspaper nest
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grifting hot horse tips
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On who's running the best
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CHORUS
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And I'm blinded by the neon
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Don't try and change my tune
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'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
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I'm drunk on the moon
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And the moon's a silver slipper
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It's pouring champagne stars
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Broadway's like a serpent
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Pulling shiny top-down cars
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Laramer is teeming
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With that undulating beat
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And some Bonneville is screaming
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It's way wilder down the street
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CHORUS
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Hearts flutter and race
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The moon's on the wane
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Tarts mutter their dream hopes
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The night will ordain
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Come schemers and dancers
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Cherry delight
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As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound
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And it cuts throught the night
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And I've hawked all my yesterdays
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Don't try and change my tune
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'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
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I'm drunk on the moon
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Drunk On The Moon
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| Tom Waits |
