It's eight o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd is already in
There's a young woman sitting at her desk
"Making love" to her paperwork
She says, "Castle, can you bring me a coffee, please?
I'm not really sure how it tastes
But it's hot and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I have to survive this day with you"
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
CHORUS:
Read us a story, you're the novelist
Read us a story tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a memory
And you've got us feelin' alright
(Kate says)
Now Castle in his chair is a friend of mine
he gets me my coffee for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's no place that he'd rather be
He says, "Kate, I believe this is killing me."
As a smile rans up to his face
"Well I'm sure that we could be more than just friends
If we could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now Castle is a real estate novelist
Who always had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life
And some detectives are practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
CHORUS
(Caslte says)
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the captain gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for awhile
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at their desks and put bread in their jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
CHORUS