I can hear the timer ringing I can hear the whistle blow I can hear the customers, they're saying "Yes, it's time to go home" Everything has been delivered Everyone has called it a day There's the doorman checking in his pocket For his weekly pay Chorus: And from this window, I can see the street below I can hear the hit parade on the radio There's dirty dishes piling up in the sink But it's too hot to move, and it's too hot to think Outside the dog is growling In a dark and hollow tone He'll be going out tonight, there's nothing here To make him stay at home I can hear the baby crying Listen... Mama's crying too No-one gets much sleeping done Till they've been crying through and through Chorus