nighthawks at the diner of 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 yeah it s a graveyard charade it s a late shift masquerade and it s two for a quarter dime for a dance woolworth s rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideways 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 yeah now well 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 falls now the waitress calls eggs and sausage another side of toast coffee and a roll hash browns over easy chile in a bowl with burgers and fries now what kind of pie la mode if you will just come in and join the crowd had some time to kill yeah you see i just come in to join the crowd had some time to kill just come in to join the crowd cause i had some time to kill