Have some hors d'oeuvres
She said the night shift has already started
You lose your mind and you leave broken hearted
'Till next year; you find it all still here...
Chorus:
Woah-oh-oh, the midnight men
Move again, don't know when
Best friends forever
In trouble again
Here's to you, here's to me
Over the rafters
And we're free!
Turn out the lights
The red-hot
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