text: Nighthawks at the diner of Emmas Forty-Niner
  Theres a rendezvous of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
  All the gypsy hacks and the insomniacs
  Now the papers been read, now the waitress said
  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
  Its a graveyard charade, its a late shift masquerade
  And its two for a quarter, dime for a dance
  Woolworths rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideways glance
  Now the register rings, now the waitress sings
  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
  Now well, the classified section offers no direction
  Its a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
  Now the touch of your fingers lingers burning in my memory
  Ive been eighty-sixed from your scheme
  Now Im in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
  Now Im a refugee from a disconcerted affair
  Now the lead pipe morning falls, now the waitress calls
  Eggs and sausage, another side of toast
  Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
  Chili in a bowl with burgers and fries
  Now what kind of pie?
  À la mode if you will
  Just come in and 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