The moon hung like a shadow on a rung over Shangai. Them soldier boys were returning home screaming "Banzai". And the kids are still playing their games. Gettin hustled and rustled out in the rain. As I sat inside listening to the broadcast. Oh save my soul sweet rock'n'roll 'cause I'm sinkin' fast. And then the band played. Out of nowhere it was alright. Well now the legendary chaplain of the fightin' 51st was gettin' ready to go. I said: Padre do you know a cheap virgin who like to tango?. He said: You can try Linda Lee. Around the corner and across the sea. Oh word is out word is out she's fast. Oh blow me down Linda 'cause I'm sinkin' fast. Yes and them cats are sure getting fat. down in the train yard. And the sandman brings them dreams. to ship out in boxcars. The union says hold break out the dice break out the gold. It's lunchtime at last. And old Big Mama said: "Georges Raft's tonight on the late show". She sits straddlin' a kitchen chair really gung-ho. She shivers with chills wet with her slot-card thrills. Hypnotically lost in the glass. And we all sigh with the sunrise. As we watch the credits pass. And the little blue dot went away. And then the morning cloak fell down. like a hoax over Sleepytown. Them garbage truck vigilantes out making their last rounds. The inheritor he sipped his beer. And poked fun at the queer. And threatened to kick his ass. And the bell rings a horn blows. And he's outside pumpin' gas. But the things were movin' so slow tonight. So the kid goes back inside the station. And turns on his radio to his local AM station. And then the band played. Right on the radio it was alright. And the boys in the band sung. And the band played everybody.