Wont you tell me what's a nice boy like me, doin' in a place that never closes?
I'm hungry for company, but I can't think of the words
Just a stiff upper lip who'll be knowin' tomorrow
Lost in the crowd alone I'm drinkin' my third
(What' cha doin' here boy? What' cha doin' here boy?)
I can hardly hear ya' Holy Moses lookin' so sad
Just a wind up poet with a chip on his shoulder
Watchin' the girls, my heart in my hands what a misplaced, pitiful sight
Wont you tell me what's a nice boy like me, doin' by the dance floor after hours?
Now wont you tell me what's a nice boy like me, doin' by the dance floor after hours?
Dozin' over rows of whiskey sours, feelin' so bad I'm feelin' so bad for me
(What' cha doin' here boy? What' cha doin' here boy?)
Watchin' the girls, my heart in my hands what a misplaced, pitiful sight
Dozin' over rows of whiskey sours, feelin' so bad I'm feelin' so bad for me
Wont you tell me what's a nice boy like me, doin' by the dance floor after hours?
Wont you tell me what's a nice boy like me, doin' in a place that never closes?
(What' cha doin' here boy? What' cha doin' here boy?)
Dozin' over rows of whiskey sours, feelin' so bad I'm feelin' so bad for me
What he shoulda' been sayin' tonight
What he shoulda' been sayin' tonight
Wont you tell me what's a nice boy like me, doin' in a place that never closes?
Meetin' Saturday mornin' alone
I can hardly hear ya' Holy Moses lookin' so sad
Phoney defenses, they fall in my way a case of hot fire turnin' to stone
Just a stiff upper lip who'll be knowin' tomorrow
I can hardly hear ya' Holy Moses lookin' so sad