Drunk on the Moon - Tom Waits
    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 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

    (Chorus)

    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 moon

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