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?   � 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