Hail to the taxis
They go where I go
Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know
Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn
I`m in the mood again
I walk the damp streets rather than slumber
Along the fine windows of shameless and plunder
But none of their riches could ever compare
I`m in the mood again
I don`t know what`s come over me
But it`s nothing that I`m doing wrong
You took the breath right out of me
Now you`ll find it in the early hours
In a lover`s song
I lay my head down on fine linens and satin
Away from the mad-hatters who live in Manhattan
The Empire State Building illuminating the sky
I`m in the mood, I`m in the mood, I`m in the mood again.