Nighthawks at the diner

Of emma's fourty nine er

There's a rendezvous of strangers

Around the coffee urn tonight

All the gypsy hacks 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

It's a graveyard charade a late shift masquerade

Two for a quarter dime for a dance

With woolworth rhinestone diamond

Earrings and a sideway's glance

And now the register rings

And 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 ahh

Oh the classified section offered 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

I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene

I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair

As the lead pipe morning falls

And the waitress calls

Oh 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

Ala mo if you will

Just come in to join the crowd

Had some time to kill

See I'd just come in to join the crowd

Had some time to kill

Just come in to join the crowd

'Coz I had some time to kill