It was very late in the discotheque I was feeling blue as I sometimes do I turned around it was time to go A face in the crowd a face I didn't know We got to talking for a little while You said it's not the sort of thing you usually do Talking to strangers so late in the night These days you never know Well, I thought you were nice I even told you so But you smiled so shyly and said to me I bet you say that to all the girls you meet But it isn't so Yes, the club was closing so we had to leave We walked out together just a little ill at ease I would have liked to have walked you home But you said you'd catch the bus so I ended up alone I never knew your name nor your telephone number Will I ever see you again? I wonder? It wasn't any longer than an hour or two That lonely street I said goodbye to you You glanced back at me as I turned the corner Was the last I saw of you Oh, I wanted to call, call out your name But stupid pride and idiot shame Hesitated, scared of playing the fool So you walked away, from Mr. Cool I never knew your name nor your telephone number Will I ever see you again? I wonder? No, I never knew your name nor your telephone number Will I see you again? Oh, girl I wonder? It was very late in the discotheque I was feeling blue as I sometimes do I thought you were nice I told you so But I ended up alone No, I never knew your name nor your telephone number Will I ever see you again? Girl, I wonder? It's so very late in the discotheque and I'm feeling blue As I always do I turn around 'cause it's time to go

As much as we are we will not be as much as we are. As much as we are we will not be as much as we are. Hey golgotha do your friends still do their great ike and tina karaoke? Him sword air guitaring. Her helmet clunking her roman nose. Kicking up a dirt storm. My humble mary's couldn't look, o go-bone small mountain open season easy weekend war eyeore. As much as we are will not be as much as we are. And um, how much salt is in the pot on me?