The door swings open and in a corner at the back

I see two-step Sally sipping on a Yukon Jack

Beneath one yellow light on a 3 legged stool

A skinny white boy sings skinny white boy blues

I beat my hands like drums against the Nawgahide

Trying to loosen the grip of this frozen night

Through the frost and the grime on the window pane

I watch a black cat cross towards the bowling lanes

One icicle snaps just like a switchblade in the dark

And breaks on the sidewalk where this big Buick’s parked

As if startled by the noise Fat Man pulls on his lights

And drives off through the black of this frozen night

Now, old Keystone Bobby seems he’s lost a few teeth

For putting his eyes where his eyes shouldn’t be

And Silicon Sue, she’s out there walkin’ the streets

She’s got nothing to lose, man, ‘cause those things don’t freeze

The blind man’s dog’s got no monopoly on bites

‘Cause I’m feeling the teeth of this frozen night

As my fingers thaw I can feel my cigarette

Pressed to my lips so they’ll never forget

The song finally ends and there’s a tap on my back

Give me two fresh glasses and a bottle of Yukon Jack

Sally looks a lot warmer ‘neath a 40 watt light

And I’ll settle for a little warmth on this frozen night.

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