Just a Man with a Job

I'm just a man with a job

You can call me Harry, Jim or Bob

Three floors below from Picadilly

It's dark and chilly

Counting the cars with cocktail bars

Keeping a check on four-wheeled wrecks

Three floors above it's not the same

Picadilly, lighting up the rain

Here I'm a ghost in the cellar

The kind of fellow

Who's counting days that could be nights

Count on the man who's counting lights

Counting lights, every night, every kind of light

Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light

Headlights from a limo, wakin' up the wino

Counting lights, every night, every kind of light

And every night, I'm counting lights

From left to right, I count the lights

I'm just a man with a map

My 'A to Z' is open on my lap

Lady I know where you're goin'

Your class is showin'

Your headlights polished to a 'T'

I'll count your lights, you count on me

Someday I'll leave, I believe

If I can find the trump card in my sleeve

Counting the boats in Monte Carlo

A silver arrow

Upon a cabbie cap

My 'A to Z' flat on it's back

Counting lights, every night, every kind of light

Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light

Leave it to the navy, look here comes a chevy

Counting lights, every night, every kind of light

Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light

And every night, I'm counting lights

From left to right, I count the lights