Eat At Joe's

I go to work from 10:30 until 6 a.m. Raking up those dimes and quarters Slinging eggs and ham Scrambled, poached, or over easy Coffee black and strong Jukebox of scratchy records I play 'em all night long Eternal blue neon, we're never closed When the world is asleep Darling, come take a seat You can always eat at Joe's (eat at Joe's) Here comes old Frank Taylor, smelling like old gin Guess his wife couldn't get him sober It's up to me again Here's a hot top on your coffee Honey, you're a mess