作词 : Manilow Lyrics：Enoch Anderson Music：Barry Manilow Walkin' around uptight and lookin' for noise frantic on a friday night just one of the boys phony defenses, they fall in my way a case of hot Gee furnin' to stone just a wind up poet with a chip on his shoulder meetin' saturday mornin' alone won't you tell me What's a nice boy like me doin' in a place that never closes? I can hardly hear ya' Holy Moses lookin' so sad just tell me what's a nice boy like me doin' by the dance floor after hours? dozin over rolls of whiskey sours? feelin' so bad I'm feelin' so bad for me Lost in the crowd Alone and drinkin' my third I'm hungry for company, but I can't think of the words watchin' the girls, my heart in my hands what a misplaced, pitiful sight? just a stiff upper lip who'll be knowin' tomorrow what he shoulda been sayin' tonight! Wontcha' tell me what's a nice boy like me doin' in a place that never closes I can hardly hear ya' holy moses lookin' so sad now won't you tell me what's a nice boy like me doin' by the dance floor after hours? dozin over rolls of whiskey sours feelin' so sad I'm feelin' so bad for me watchin the girls my heart in my hands what a misplased, pitiful sight? just a stiff upper lip who'll be knowin' tomorrow what he shoulda been sayin' tonight and tell me what's a nice boy like me doin' in a place that never closes I can hardly hear ya' holy moses lookin so sad now woun't you tell me what's a nice kid like me doin' by the dance floor after hours dozin over roll of whiskey sours feelin'so bad I'm feelin so bad for me
作词 : Manilow Lyrics：Enoch Anderson Music：Barry Manilow Walkin' around uptight and lookin' for noise frantic on a friday night just one of the boys phony defenses, they fall in my way a case of hot Gee furnin' to stone just a wind up poet with a chip on his shoulder meetin' saturday mornin' alone won't you tell me What's a nice boy like me doin' in a place that never closes? I can hardly hear ya' Holy Moses lookin' so sad just tell me what's a nice boy like me doin' by the dance floor after hours? dozin over rolls of whiskey sours? feelin' so bad I'm feelin' so bad for me Lost in the crowd Alone and drinkin' my third I'm hungry for company, but I can't think of the words watchin' the girls, my heart in my hands what a misplaced, pitiful sight? just a stiff upper lip who'll be knowin' tomorrow what he shoulda been sayin' tonight! Wontcha' tell me what's a nice boy like me doin' in a place that never closes I can hardly hear ya' holy moses lookin' so sad now won't you tell me what's a nice boy like me doin' by the dance floor after hours? dozin over rolls of whiskey sours feelin' so sad I'm feelin' so bad for me watchin the girls my heart in my hands what a misplased, pitiful sight? just a stiff upper lip who'll be knowin' tomorrow what he shoulda been sayin' tonight and tell me what's a nice boy like me doin' in a place that never closes I can hardly hear ya' holy moses lookin so sad now woun't you tell me what's a nice kid like me doin' by the dance floor after hours dozin over roll of whiskey sours feelin'so bad I'm feelin so bad for me
