Lyrics

It's Friday and late after hours And still I haven't a date Waiting by the moon Sipping Whiskey sours I'll think I'll wait here 'till noon It really could be days 'Til I find some flowers So I'll send you a bouquet Chorus 1: Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below And people in a rush everywhere No rain, sugar cane, just a grain In my champagne glass, you know You put that magic touch in the air So they say, it's closing time again Funny how time passes Through a bottle of Champagne The only sound I hear, is that of rattling glasses And people laughing in my ear You've taken far too much, since you left for Paris You've got that magic touch Chorus 2: Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below And the people rush everywhere No rain, sugar cane, just a grain In my Champagne glass, you know You put that magic touch in the air See those people in a rush But you've got that magic touch (Repeat twice) Repeat Chorus 1 'til fade