You're probably out of tune
Says the girl from the other room
She's been drinking since noon
And it's midnight
Oh, twelve hours of drinking
Will do you right
Says the man with the microphone

You're probably out of time
I thought I heard her whine
As she takes another line
And it's midnight
Oh, save what you were thinking
Especially if you snide
Says the man on the microphone

Well, it's midnight
And everyone is stoned
Beautiful music
Is playing on its own
It's midnight
And they all want a piece of me

You're singing out of key
Shouts the girl in front of me
As she puffs her bowl of weed
And it's midnight
Well, I know what you're smoking
Let me hit that pipe
Says the man with the microphone

Well, it's midnight
And everyone is stoned
Beautiful music
Is playing on its own
It's midnight