The Crowd

WAS ICH WUNSCHE IST
EINER PLATZ,
WEIT ENT FERENT
VON DIE KALTE NACHT...
GEE, HOW UNLUCKY CAN YOU GET...

Mike
I HEARD YOU BLOWIN' OUT YOUR VOICE
THE OTHER NIGHT,
IN THE TEMPLE OF THE HONKY TONK,
THE OTHER NIGHT.
YOU WERE WEAVIN' IN AND OUT THE CROWD,
THE OTHER NIGHT,
YOU WERE DRUNK AND YOU WERE SINGING LOUD,
THE OTHER NIGHT.
YOUR CHEATIN' HEART WAS COAXIN' SOMETHING
OUT OF A HORN,
WISHIN' WHO YOU DID FOR LOVE
HAD NEVER BEEN BORN.

YOU MADE ME LOVE YOU SEVEN TIMES,
THE OTHER NIGHT,
IN THE TEMPLE OF THE HONKY TONK,
THE OTHER NIGHT.
I SAW YOU WORKIN' ALL YOUR CHARMS
THE OTHER NIGHT,
YOU WERE WORKIN' THOSE EVITA ARMS,
THE OTHER NIGHT.
YOU WERE WALKIN' AFTER MIDNIGHT
WITH A SMILE ON YOUR FACE,
SINGIN' IN THE RAIN AGAIN AND
BELTIN' OUT EMBRACEABLE YOU.

(Embrace me, My sweet embraceable you..)

The Crowd
AND ALL WE NEED IS A ROOM SOMEWHERE,
FAR, FAR AWAY, FROM THE COLD NIGHT AIR,
GEE, HOW UNLUCKY CAN YOU GET?
DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-
DA...

Mike
I LOVE TO WORK A ROOM LIKE THAT,
WHERE ANYONE CAN PASS THE HAT.
WHERE EVERYBODY GETS INVOLVED,
AND EVERY CHORD IS UNRESOLVED.
WHERE ANYTHING GOES,
AND EVERYTHING'S SAID,
AND LYRICS RESIDE IN EVERY ONE'S HEAD,
WHERE NOBODY NEEDS THE CUE TO KNOW WHEN
TO UP THE KEY AND SING IT AGAIN!
DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA
DA...

The Crowd

(Ah, forget about it. That's in my break!)
WAS ICH WUNSCHE IST
EINER PLATZ,
WEIT ENT FERENT
VON DIE KALTE NACHT!

Mike
CIGARETTES AND DOLLAR BILLS,
AND OLD REFRAINS,
IN THE TEMPLE OF THE HONKY TONK
TO EASE THE PAINS,
YOU WERE SIPPIN' ON A GLASS OF WINE,
FROM EARLY ON,,
SLOPPY ON THE COUNTER-POINT,
YOUR VOICE WAS GONE.
YOU WERE SCREAMIN' AT SOME TENOR
WHO HAD STOLEN YOUR PART,
THEN ZOOM! BOP! ZING!
WENT THE STRINGS OF YOUR HEART!

WE CHECK OUR COATS WE LAUGH A LOT,
WE CELEBRATE.
IN THE TEMPLE OF THE HONKY TONK,
WE CONGRAGATE .
WHEN WE HAPPEN ON A COMMON KEY,
AND LIGHTS ARE DIM,
WE LET THE OLD FAMILIAR SONGS
TURN INTO HYMNS.
IN THE TEMPLE OF THE HONKY TONK,
EVERYBODY HAS THEIR OWN SONG.
BUT IN THE TEMPLE OF THE HONKY TONK,
EVERYBODY ELSE SINGS ALONG!
DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA
DA...

The Crowd
ALL WE NEED IS A ROOM SOMEWHERE,
FAR, FAR AWAY FROM THE COLD NIGHT AIR.
SOMEHOW...
SOMEDAY...
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW...

Mike
MAIRZY DOATS AND DOZIE DOATS
AND LIDDLE LAMZY DIVEY...
IN THE TEMPLE OF THE HONKY TONK.
IN THE TEMPLE OF THE HONKY TONK.
IN THE TEMPLE OF THE HONKY TONK.


"In the Temple of the Honky Tonk"
Words and Music by 

Michael Ogborn (c) 1998