HOPPER
I'm the redhead in Nighthawks
and the coffee at Phillies is good.
Joe behind the counter puts me in a fine mood.
My friend should take his hat off
but I don't think he would;
he's hiding something, just like me,
as we sit here in Phillies at quarter to 3.
That other guy with his back to you?
He can't take his eyes off of me...
And we sit here in Phillies at quarter to 3.
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