Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift neath the cement stroll Catch the midnight drift Cigar chewing charlie In that newspaper nest Grifting hot horse tips On whos running the best And Im blinded by the neon Dont try and change my tune cause I thought I heard a saxophone Im drunk on the moon And the moons a silver slipper Its pouring champagne stars Broadways like a serpent Pulling shiny top-down cars Laramer is teeming With that undulating beat And some bonneville is screaming Its...
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