Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday

'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

Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill Well, I been up all night leanin' on the windowsill Well, if I die on top of the hill And if I don't make it, you know my baby will Don't the moon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees Don't the

Honey I'm tougher than the rest Well It's Saturday night You're all dressed up in blue I been watching you awhile Maybe you been watching me too So somebody ran out Left somebody's heart in a mess Well if you're looking for love Some girls they want a

Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer Oh, oh, oh, oh Came down upon her head Made sure that she was dead Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical Science in the home Late nights all alone with a test tube Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine Calls her on

It begins to tell, 'round midnight, midnight. 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

Baby that's right, baby that's right But as for right now where's the party at? We'll stay up all night waiting for the sun to shine, sun to shine Let your hair down, let's unwind Take your problems, leave them behind You got your troubles and I got mine

I don't miss you at all That you left behind I don't miss you It doesn't hurt When I think of you And all the things we'll Never get to do I don't dream at night about the way we were I tore up the pictures, crossed out all the words

Can we go back, this is the moment So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us Like the ceiling can't hold us Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over And all my people say Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothin' Tonight is the

I'm so sorry for everything All night I lay on my pillow and pray For my boss to stop me in the hallway Lay my head on his shoulder and say Son, I've been hearing good things I wake up without warning and go flying around the house In my sauvignon