'Long About Midnight - Mildred Bailey

If you don't know just really what to do

Take a walk along the avenue;

You'll hear the sounds come a-floatin' through

Along about midnight.

Close the windows and they dim the light

Keep their doings from a stranger's sight;

And everything is going right,

'Long about midnight.

And tinkle, couples sway,

Taking the pleasures they find,

They don't care how they live by day,

They just leave the worry behind

They're not pretending it's the hoy-falloy;

They really mean it; it's the real McCoy.

They turn a booze of ounce a pound of joy,

'Long about midnight!

If you don't know just really what to do

Take a walk along the avenue;

You'll hear the sounds come a-floatin' through

Along about midnight.

Close the windows and they dim the light

Keep their doings from a stranger's sight;

Then everything is going right,

'Long about midnight.

Glasses tinkle, couples sway,

Taking the pleasures they find,

They don't care how they live by day,

They just leave the worries behind

They're not pretending it's the hoy-falloy;

They really mean it; it's the real McCoy.

They turn a booze of ounce a pound of joy,

'Long about midnight!