Campbell lane   Through the window, curtain rain   Long night gone, yellow day   Speed shivers melt away      Six o'clock I'm goin' down   Coffee's hot and the toast is brown   Hey streetsweeper, clear my way   Sweethearts breakfast is the best in town   Oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts . . .      Hey, Anne-Maria   It's always good to see her   She don't smile or flirt   She just wears that mini-skirt   Drunks come in   Paper bag, Brandivino   Dreams fly away   As she pulls another cappucino      Six o'clock I'm goin' down   Coffee's hot and the toast is brown   Hey streetsweeper, clear my way   Sweethearts breakfast is the best in town   Oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts . . .