All the late night bargains have been struckBetween the satin
beaus and their bellesAnd prehistoric garbage trucksHave the
city to themselvesEchoes roars dinosaursThey're all doing
the monster mashAnd most of the taxis and the whoresAre only
taking calls for cash(Dire Straits)I don't know how it
happenedIt all took place so quickBut all I can do is hand it to
youAnd your latest trickMy door was standing openSecurity was
laid back and laxBut it was only my heart got brokenYou must
have had a pass key made out of waxYou played robbery with
insolenceAnd I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's
LaneAnd you never did have the inteligence to useThe twelve keys
hanging off my chainI don't know how it happenedIt all took
place so quickBut all I can do is hand it to youAnd your latest
trickNow it's past last call for alcoholPast recall has
been here and goneThe landlord finally paid us allThe satin
jazzmen have put away their hornsAnd we're standing outside
of this wonderlandLooking so bereaved and so bereftLike a Bowery
bum when he finally understandsThe bottle's empty and
there's nothing leftI don't know how it happenedIt was
faster than the eye could flickBut not all I can do is hand it to
youAnd your latest trick