Oh my, oh my This side, this side, this side I've been up for a long time This side, this side This side, this side, this side, this side You never come around past midnight

Why won't you answer? Midnight in Dover Sun's coming up now I guess it's over All those things I ever thought Would never end To think they're now all memories Sends me round the bend

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

Silent night for the rest of my life Whisper, whisper don't make a sound Your bed is made it's in the ground Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more I was alive but now I'm singing Silent knight at the edge of your knife Won't

Yeah, I still miss her in a round about way But I still miss her in a round about way Around about the time that midnight rolls around 'Cause she's not around As far as all my friends can tell I took her leavin' well - that's kinda right 'Cause when I'm

By the midnight hour Lay it down, lay it down Lookin' 'round for a feelin' I love the rhythm and blues The place was rockin' and reelin' I thought I'd shake me loose The band was pumpin' Motown Lord how they could play The girls a-started singing

In a round of bullets and blood and smoke, I saw the midnight come and I watched her go. I watched her go. I got a razor sharp mind that wants to cut you down. A little place in mind and baby I could let you down. Pony up, we got a ways to go. Set me up

And I want her by my side Well it's three hours past midnight And my baby is nowhere around Well It's three hours past midnight And my baby's no where around I listen hard to hear her footstep Yeah and I ain't even heard a sound Well I toss and tumble on

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

Then we slide into the arms of someone else Yeah, we slide into the arms of someone else In disguise, we get a little better at controlling ourselves around midnight Nobody wants to, nobody wants to From the hot strobe lights and the spiked punch bliss