No time to waste.
Just sitting and smoking the taste.
No cars, no noise but the fan overhead.
The beer and me and the little guy by my side.
Just no time for fooling,
But the mood it won't leave us tonight, though we've tried.

And that's how the night passes
So slow, so cool.
No money, no food, but a full pack of cigarettes,
And the blues to keep me company.


The stars, the moon, and the women next door,
All crying for me to come over.
My dreams slip into the trash,
Right next to the old bottle of whisky.
Ooh, what a taste.

And that's how the night passes
So slow, so cool.
No money, no food, but a full pack of cigarettes,
And the little guy by my side.