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HEADLIGHT CARS DO BATTLE DOWN THE BOULEVARD
STOPPIN IN THE CORNER BARS OR ROLL-IN TO GET HOME
ORCHESTRATED STARS ALL LAUGHIN' AT THE WEATHER CHARTS
REFLEECTIN' OFF THE MOON AND MARS
LIKE THEY WERE SPININ' IN A BOWL BABY
* * * * *
WELL WAITRESS YOUR TIPS ARE HEADS OR TAILS
AND SURELY LUCK WOULD NEVER FAIL YOU
HANG YOUR APRON ON A NAIL
IF THIS WORK DOESN'T PAY
AS THE DINERS SIGN THE AIR FOR CHECKS
SYIN' "PUT YOUR COAT ON SHE'LL COME OVER"
WIND THEIR WATCHES LIKE YOU'D EXPECT
THEY'VE GOT TICKETS FOR SOME BALLET…
* * * * *
THINKIN' I THOUGHT I WAS
BEGININ' TO SEE THE LIGHT…
I WAS BEGININ' TO SEE THE LIGHT
& NOW THERE AIN'T NO DOUBT ABOUT IT…
(BABY ALRIGHT)

T.V. TUBES DO GLOW INGHOSTLY WHITE & BLUE
PANNING CAMERAS, ACTION NEWS, YOUR DINNER ON A TRAY
I GOT THE SOUND CHECK BLUES BABY…
UP THE BOTTOM BLOW THE FUSE
CALL FOR WHISKEY TIE YOUR SHOES
* * * * *
UP IN POINT BREEZE THERE AINT NO TREES
TO SHIELD THE MOONLESS SKY, YOU'RE SEEN
TO WALK THE STREETS IN BAGGY JEANS & NEVER SAY HELLO
& IT'S HALF A FIFTYGALLON DRUM AT A
BARBECUE FOR EVERYONE… THE OLD FOLKS CHAT
THE SODAS FLAT, & THERE'S NOT A SINGLE WHITE…
HEADLIGHT CARS DO BATTLE DOWN THE BOULEVARD    STOPPIN IN THE CORNER BARS OR ROLL-IN TO GET HOME   ORCHESTRATED STARS ALL LAUGHIN' AT THE WEATHER CHARTS    REFLEECTIN' OFF THE MOON AND MARS   LIKE THEY WERE SPININ' IN A BOWL BABY   * * * * *   WELL WAITRESS YOUR TIPS ARE HEADS OR TAILS    AND SURELY LUCK WOULD NEVER FAIL YOU   HANG YOUR APRON ON A NAIL   IF THIS WORK DOESN'T PAY   AS THE DINERS SIGN THE AIR FOR CHECKS   SYIN' "PUT YOUR COAT ON SHE'LL COME OVER"   WIND THEIR WATCHES LIKE YOU'D EXPECT   THEY'VE GOT TICKETS FOR SOME BALLET…   * * * * *   THINKIN' I THOUGHT I WAS   BEGININ' TO SEE THE LIGHT…   I WAS BEGININ' TO SEE THE LIGHT    & NOW THERE AIN'T NO DOUBT ABOUT IT…   (BABY ALRIGHT)      T.V. TUBES DO GLOW INGHOSTLY WHITE & BLUE    PANNING CAMERAS, ACTION NEWS, YOUR DINNER ON A TRAY   I GOT THE SOUND CHECK BLUES BABY…   UP THE BOTTOM BLOW THE FUSE   CALL FOR WHISKEY TIE YOUR SHOES   * * * * *   UP IN POINT BREEZE THERE AINT NO TREES   TO SHIELD THE MOONLESS SKY, YOU'RE SEEN   TO WALK THE STREETS IN BAGGY JEANS & NEVER SAY HELLO   & IT'S HALF A FIFTYGALLON DRUM AT A    BARBECUE FOR EVERYONE… THE OLD FOLKS CHAT   THE SODAS FLAT, & THERE'S NOT A SINGLE WHITE…
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