Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift ’Neath the cement stroll Catch the midnight drift Forgot you and Charlie In the newspaperness Grifting hot-horse tips On who’s running the best
And I’m blinded by the neon Don’t try and change my tune ’Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I’m drunk on the moon
And the moon’s a silver slipper It’s pouring champagne stars Broadway’s like a serpent Pulling shiny top-down cars Laramer is teeming With that undulating beat And some Bonneville is screaming It’s way wilder down the street
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Hearts flutter and race The moon’s on the wane Tarts mutter their dream hopes The night will ordain Come schemers and dancers Cherry delight As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound And it cuts throught the night
And I’ve hawked all my yesterdays Don’t try and change my tune ’Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I’m drunk on the moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
