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 [bad word] the best
 [bad word] And I'm blinded by the neon
Don't try and change my tune
'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I'm [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 
Hearts flutter and race
The moon's on the wane
Tarts mutter their dream hopes
The night will [bad word] 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 [bad word] on the moon