text: Well its Saturday night in New Jersey
  And youre feeling kinda wet
  Now the summer heat is getting you worried
  So you try to look as innocent as you can as you sweat
  And youve got a woman on the other side of the law
  But it aint cool to go see her yet
  Because her ex-old mans a city cop
  Who thinks hes auditioning for Dragnet
  So you stand on the corner looking kinda torn
  And in the Blue Light Lounge
  Where death was born
  The jazz musician blows his horn
  You pop a letter to your baby in Richmond
  Cause youre feeling pretty down
  Shes kinda small but at least shes a rich one
  Oh, and she needs you real bad
  And sometimes thats all that counts
  You had a teenage band and flying hands
  And oh, you was pretty big, you were pretty big in the
  South
  But you passed out on stage and flew into a rage
  And someone tried to revive you
  Mouth to mouth
  You felt a pain in your chest
  As you passed the crown
  And in the Blue Light Lounge
  The lights went down
  And the audience slipped silently out of town
  Well now the atheist he burns you for laughing out loud
  Because he cant understand what youre saying
  And the words out when they pushed him in the hole
  Everybody knows that he went out praying
  Oh, now the park is dark but the sidewalks bright
  And alive with the light of the living
  Oh and mama can I walk you home tonight
  Cause its a big bad city
  And this boys got a lot for the givingIm stranded in the jungle
  First stage witness at a company killing
  Im clutching my high school diploma, shuffling my feet
  Promised sixty bucks a week
  And guaranteed top billing
  Well you can live a life of love in New York
  Only if you dont, if you dont love living
  And I met this taxi driver who drives me around town
  Telling tales of his back seat women
  And out on the corner theres no room to move
  Cause everybodys trying so hard to groove
  And in the Blue Light Lounge
  The jazz musician plays his blues