On by-hour sheets for the very first time
And I'm so tired, I just worked two shifts
She changes every time she lies across his bed
And the sun, sun's well on it's way too soon to know
If I could I'd fold myself away like a card table

I'm open all night and the customers come to stay
But the light of the moon leads the way towards the morning
One of them's James, the other's some name
And the sun, sun's well on the way too soon to know

And oh, oh my God, whatever, etc.

But the light of the moon leads the way towards the morning
And everybody tips but not enough to knock me over
A concertina or a Murphy bed, I would

And oh, oh my God, oh my God, whatever, etc.
But I wasn't made that way so you know instead