Lyrics

Nighthawks at the diner of Emma's Forty-Niner There's a rendezvous of strangers around the coffee urn tonight All the gypsy hacks and the insomniacs Now the paper's been read, now the waitress said 'Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries What kind of pie? Yeah...' It's a graveyard charade, it's a late shift masquerade And it's two for a quarter, dime for a dance Woolworth's rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideways glance Now the register rings, now the waitress sings Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries What kind of pie? Yeah Now well, the classified section offers no direction It's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud Now the touch of your fingers lingers burning in my memory I've been eighty-sixed from your scheme Now I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene Now I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair Now the lead pipe morning falls, now the waitress calls 'Eggs and sausage, another side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries Now what kind of pie?' À la mode if you will Just come in and join the crowd Had some time to kill, yeah You see, I just come in to join the crowd Had some time to kill Just come in to join the crowd Cause I had some time to kill