Nighthawks at the diner Emma's forty-niner There's a rendezvous of strangers Around the coffee urn tonight All the gypsy hacks and the insomniacs Now the paper's been read Now the waitress said Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries What kind of pie? It's a graveyard charade it's a late shift masquerade And it's two for a quarter, dime for a dance Woolworth rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideway's 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 Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries What kind of pie? The classified section offers no direction It's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud Now the touch of your fingers Lingers burning in my memory I've been eighty-sixed from your scheme Now I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene Now I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair Now the lead pipe morning fall Now the waitress call Eggs and sausage, now a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries And now what kind of pie? À la mode if you will Just come in and join the crowd Have some time to kill See I just come in to join the crowd Have some time to kill Just come in to join the crowd Cause I have some time to kill