All the late night bargains have been [bad word] Between the satin beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage [bad word] Have the city to themselves
Echoes roars dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis and the whores
Are only taking calls for cash
 [bad word] 
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

My door was standing open
Security was laid back and lax
But it was only my heart got broken
You must have had a pass key
made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues in twelve bars
down Lover's Lane
And you never did have the intelligence
to use
The twelve keys hanging off my chain

Now it's past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord finally paid us all
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
And we're standing outside of this
wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally
understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left