Hail to the taxis
They go where I go
Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know
Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn
I´m in the mood again

I walk the damp streets rather than slumber
Along the fine windows of shameless and plunder
But none of their riches could ever compare
I´m in the mood again

I don´t know what´s come over me
But it´s nothing that I´m doing wrong
You took the breath right out of me
Now you´ll find it in the early hours
In a lover´s song

I lay my head down on fine linens and satin
Away from the mad-hatters who live in Manhattan
The Empire State Building illuminating the sky
I´m in the mood, I´m in the mood, I´m in the mood again.