Drunk on the Moon


Tight-slack clad girls on the graveyard shift
ĎNeath the cement stroll, catch the midnight drift
Cigar chewing Charlie in that newspaper nest
Grifting hot horse tips on whoís running the best

And Iím blinded by the neon
Donít try and change my tune
Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
Iím drunk on the moon

And the moonís a silver slipper, itís pouring champagne stars
And Broadwayís like a serpent pulling shiny top-down cars
Laramer is teeming with that undulating beat
And some Bonneville is screaming, itís way wilder down the street

And Iím blinded by the neon
Donít try and change my tune
I thought I heard a saxophone
Iím drunk on the moon

Hearts flutter and race, the moonís on the wane
Tarts mutter their dream hopes the night will ordain
Come schemers and dancers, cherry delight
As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound, and it cuts throught the night

And Iíve hawked all my yesterdays
Donít try and change my tune
Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
Iím drunk on the moon


Words and music by Tom Waits
©1974 Fifth Floor Music Inc., ASCAP



Produced and engineered by Bones Howe
Second engineer: Geoff Howe
Recorded at Wally Heider Recorders, Hollyood


Tom Waits: Vocals and piano
Tom Scott: Tenor sax
Oscar Brashear: Trumpet
Jim Hughart: Upright bass
Jim Gordon: Drums


Time: 5.05


Track 10 on ĎThe Heart of Saturday Nightí 1974


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