Tom Waits — Drunk on the Moon

Tight slack-clad girls on the graveyard shift 'Neath the cement stroll, catch the midnight drift Cigar-chewing Charlie in that newspaper nest Grifting hot horse tips on who's running the best And I'm blinded by the neon Don't try and change my tune 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon And the moon's a silver slipper, it's pouring champagne stars And Broadway's like a serpent pulling shiny top-down cars Larimer is teeming with that undulated beat As some Bonneville is screaming its way wildly down the street And I'm blinded by the neon Don't try and change my tune I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon Hearts flutter and race, the moon's on the wane Tarts mutter their dream hopes the night will ordain Come schemers and dancers, cherry delight As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound, and it cuts through the night And I've hawked all my yesterdays Don't try and change my tune 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon