Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] "Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chili in a bowl with burgers and fries What kind of pie?" Yeah [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] "Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chili in a bowl; burgers and fries What kind of pie?" Yeah [Verse 3] Now well, the classified section offers no direction It's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud As 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 [Chorus] "Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chili in a bowl with burgers and fries Now what kind of pie?" [Outro] À la mode, if you will Just come in to 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