8Midnight Rock
©2002 Gibbens/Weston

So that was one of those wonderful places
You go when night starts to fall
Where half of the people have got two faces
And the others got no face at all.

Three, two, one o’clock, midnight rock,
Would you say the joint was jumpin’?
Half past, quarter to, midnight rock,
Take me home, baby-o.
Call me a pumpkin.

Now you know nature abhors a vacuum,
She never did think in straight lines.
We came here just looking to have some
Fun while the clock unwinds.

Three, two, one o’clock, midnight rock…

They say the cosmos is shaped like a doughnut
And I believe we’ve just found the hole.
I’ve really got no idea where we should go but
I know I’m ready to roll.

Three, two, one o’clock, midnight rock…

Turn on the strobe lights and pump up the volume,
The dance floor warps back in time.
All the old ravers like so many burglars
Revisit the scene of their crimes.

Three, two, one o’clock, midnight rock,
Would you say the joint was jumpin’?
Half past, quarter to, midnight rock,
Take me home, baby-o.
Call me a pumpkin.

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