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The Ghosts of Saturday Night (After Hours at Napoleone’s Pizza House) Lyrics

The closing track on The Heart of Saturday Night, captures the feeling of a quiet city, early on Sunday morning, after everyone’s gone home.

Napoleone’s Pizza House, is a real restaurant in National City…

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[Verse 1]

A cab combs the snake, tryin' to rake in that last night's fare

And a solitary sailor who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers

Paws his inside pea coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents

And the last bent butt from a package of Kents

As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes

And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair

Her rhinestone-studded moniker says "Irene"

As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes

[Verse 2]

And the Texaco beacon burns on

A steel-belted attendant with a ring and valve special

Crying "Fill 'er up and check that oil

You know it could be your distributor and it could be your coil"

The early morning final edition is on the stands

And the town crier is crying there with nickels in his hands

Pigs in a blanket, sixty-nine cents

Eggs, roll 'em over, and a package of Kents

Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em down straight

Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late

[Verse 3]

And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamonds

Across a cash crop car lot, filled with twilight Coupe Devilles

Leaving the town in the keeping of the one who is sweeping

Up the ghosts of Saturday night