The night's coming alive outside

And there's me and my guitar and Kentucky rye, uh huh

Maybe I should join the escapade

Instead of staring down at this blank white page, uh huh

I could take a stool at the palace bar

Flirt a little while with the bartender, uh huh

I swear to god, she knows my name

She refuses to use it

To her, we're all the same, uh huh

I could buy a drink for a pretty girl

Those young ones are always off shooting pool, uh huh

Oh, listen to me, Mr. Peter Pan

Them girls live in Never Never Land

I'm better off with a girl my age

A spinster or a divorcée, uh huh

Well here I am, a divorcé too

With a potbelly and a jagged tooth, uh huh

I patrol the bars with my gut sucked in

Trying to find my next victim, uh huh

It's the ugliest men think they can always do better

They've been hypnotized by the magazine covers, uh huh

I could saddle up with the town floozy

And maybe she'd be thinking the same about me, uh huh

We can march down Central Avenue

A telltale parade for self-inflated youth, uh huh

In bed we can share emotional scars

Your dead-eyed dad, my AWOL mom

It doesn't matter if you're quick or not

It's a competition of who gets who off, uh huh

The night's coming alive outside

As I scribble down these senseless rhymes, uh huh

My life is full of melody, but rarely ever harmony, uh huh

So here I am, a desperate man

At 2 a.m. with this tune in my head, uh huh

I don't need another foolish fling

As long as I got a song, uh huh