Mama makes the music and she makes the news
She dances all night in her golden shoes
She's high flying, going, going, gone
She'll be halfway to Heaven by the hour that the morning comes

And papa's kacked out with his head in his lap
Mama likes to think that he's taking a nap
Because he's working so hard, working all night long
He'll be halfway to hell in the hour that the morning comes

Like a bat out of hell in the moonlight
Like the pieces of the picture that you broke last night
I'm sure it's gonna be all right
I'll be halfway heavy by the hour that the morning comes

Oh, look at that fool with the lampshade on
Somebody told him he was having fun
But they were wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
If he's a fool enough he might open his eyes when the morning comes along

Now look at that secret agent man
Sneaking out of church with blood on his hands
He's for sale, going, going, gone
He'll be the first to know and the last to go when the shit hits the fan

Gimme little water, gimme little wine
You're looking at a man who's been out in the sunshine
Just a little too long, little bit too long
But I'll be halfway home in the hour that the morning comes