In this black suit, I wear bright soul
tonight, I’m custom-made
a secret agent with a license to live
and you know I could tell you more
but then I’d have to you-know-what

I’m anything you want and need me to be,
I’m an open bar, a payday Friday
the highest high and lowest low

I spend 10 minutes in the gents
just practicing my lines in the mirror
I’m a hip flask full of finest anything
(I’ll drink to that)
I’m a Saturday match, home or away
ask anyone and they’ll tell my story

On my tongue live French confessions
that hush hush ‘cross the tables go
my eyes a Siberian cool, my silver sterling
running on an Irish boxer’s heart
I am cash up front, I am so very easy

I am the night
and don’t give a fuck who knows it