Hail to the taxis

They go where I go

Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know

Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn

I'm in the mood again



I walk the damp streets rather than slumber

Along the fine windows of shameless and plunder

But none of their riches could ever compare

I'm in the mood again



I don't know what's come over me

But it's nothing that I'm doing wrong

You took the breath right out of me

Now you'll find it in the early hours

In a lover's song



I lay my head down on fine linens and satin

Away from the mad-hatters who live in Manhattan

The Empire State Building illuminating the sky

I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood again.