You’re out on the town every night
Maybe
this time you’ll get it right
Young
ladies in leather, heads light as a feather
Their
pants, your throat, equally tight
You
dance out of fear, then make love to a beer
And
pray for the morning light
When
day comes you head for your job
Just
a man all alone in a mob
You’re
out on the street, you’re surrounded by sweet
Your
head is beginning to throb
You’re
looking for nice, they’re just peddling spice
It
makes you feel like poor Lee J. Cobb
(Solo)
Virginia
McCall was her name
And
you know thing will never be the same
She
burst into your life, and ended your strife
And
put quick flight to your guilt and you shame
From
out of the blue you’re finally getting your due
And
your bete noir is finally tame
You
stay at home every night
You’re
happy ‘cause you’re doing what is right
The
pressure is gone, you’re no longer a pawn
On a black square, the queen on a white
Your
work is now done, the game has been won
So
say bon jour to the morning light
Copyright
1989 by Jack Albert