Em
I'm just a man with a job
Am
You can call me Harry, Jim or Bob
C                              G
Three floors below from Picadilly
                  Am
It's dark and chilly
B
Counting the cars with cocktail bars
Keeping a check on four-wheeled wrecks

Em
Three floors above it's not the same
 Am 
Picadilly, lighting up the rain
C                            G
Here I'm a ghost in the cellar
                Am
The kind of fellow
B
Who's counting days that could be nights
Count on the man who's counting lights

Em                           Bm                Em
Counting lights, every night, every kind of light
Em                           Bm               Em
Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light
Em                 Am   D             G               
Headlights from a limo, wakin' up the wino 
Em                          Bm                 Em
Counting lights, every night, every kind of light
Em                           Bm             Em
Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light

Bm           Em  Bm               Em
And every night, I'm counting lights
Bm             Em  Bm              Em
From left to right, I count the lights

I'm just a man with a map
My 'A to Z' is open on my lap
Lady I know where you're goin'
Your class is showin'
Your headlights polished to a 'T'
I'll count your lights, you count on me

Someday I'll leave, I believe
If I can find the trump card in my sleeve
Counting the boats in Monte Carlo
A silver arrow
Upon a cabbie cap
My 'A to Z' flat on it's back

Counting lights, every night, every kind of light
Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light
Leave it to the navy, look here comes a chevy
Counting lights, every night, every kind of light
Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light
And every night, I'm counting lights
From left to right, I count the lights