It's one thirty o clock in the morning Woke up late last night If that isn't right To start the blues bar Then the sorry girls are winning the fight Feeling mighty high and low Just like I did some crooked lines Funny because I'm clean and dry Never needed any joy juice to get high I play in a cool smart rock n roll band It's like the only thing that makes it go round Been everywhere but the big time lover Somewhere this ruby yacht ran aground Grab me by my fingertips and take me off this page Dance me to the ground it's lover-ly How lots of chocolates can mystify the mage I'm just about to shake my cage Losing my mind with the daily wage I get home early, shut off my head And fire all my synapse slaves It's pleasant and even mildly euphoric Oh these after-burner polychrome waves Rise up with the sorry sunlight That bleeds all over the floor The shadows shrink as I pour my first drink It's a Boost in the mug with no happy encore Grab me by my fingertips and take me off this ride Dance me to the ceiling it's lover-ly How honest work can crucify my pride I'm just about to set aside A modicum of love and a paisa-worth of bromide