text: Tight slack-clad girls on the graveyard shift
  Neath the cement stroll, catch the midnight drift
  Cigar-chewing Charlie in that newspaper nest
  Grifting hot horse tips on whos running the best
  And Im blinded by the neon
  Dont try and change my tune
  Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
  Im drunk on the moon
  And the moons a silver slipper, its pouring champagne stars
  And Broadways like a serpent pulling shiny top-down cars
  Larimer is teeming with that undulated beat
  As some Bonneville is screaming its way wildly down the street
  And Im blinded by the neon
  Dont try and change my tune
  I thought I heard a saxophone
  Im drunk on the moon
  Hearts flutter and race, the moons 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 through the night
  And Ive hawked all my yesterdays
  Dont try and change my tune
  Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
  Im drunk on the moon