It begins to tell,'round midnight, 'round midnight
 I do pretty well till after sundown and suppertime I'm feelin' sad
 But it really gets bad, 'round midnight

 Memories always start 'round midnight, 'round midnight
 Haven't got the heart to stand those memories
 So when my heart is still with you
 Yes ol' midnight knows it, too

 For 'round midnight, when [bad word] around
 So let our hearts take wings 'round midnight, 'round midnight
 Let the angels sing for your returning
 Till our love is safe and sound
 And old [bad word] around, cause I'm feelin' sad,
 And it really gets bad 'round midnight, 'round midnight