It's Friday and late after hours,   And still I haven't a date.   Waiting by the moon,   Sipping Whiskey sours.   I'll think I'll wait here 'till noon.   It really could be days,   'Til I find some flowers,   So I'll send you a bouquet.      Chorus 1:   Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below,   And people in a rush everywhere.   No rain, sugar cane, just a grain,   In my champagne glass, you know.   You put that magic touch in the air.      So they say, it's closing time again,   Funny how time passes,   Through a bottle of Champagne.   The only sound I hear, is that of rattling glasses,   And people laughing in my ear.   You've taken far too much, since you left for Paris,   You've got that magic touch.      Chorus 2:   Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below,   And the people rush everywhere.   No rain, sugar cane, just a grain,   In my Champagne glass, you know.   You put that magic touch in the air.   See those people in a rush,   But you've got that magic touch.   (Repeat twice)      Repeat Chorus 1 'til fade.