Upstairs in your sleazy room
It’s where you live
It’s where you loom
And it’s where we both met our doom
Take me back there, please.

Downtown in your Soho show
You like the night-life
That’s where you go
To offer love to the people who know
Take me back there, please.

Chorus: (Cos you’re) Working nights
And days
Just to earn your dishonest wage
(Yes you’re) Working nights
And days
Just to let you pay your way

Inside in a backroom bar]
You settle down
Take off your bra
A photoshoot with an electric guitar
Take me back there, please.

Outside on the newsman’s stand
You buy the mag
Money’s in your hand
Have a laugh with the rest of the band
Take me back there, please.

Chorus: (Cos you’re) Working nights
And days
Just to earn your dishonest wage
(Yes you’re) Working nights
And days
Just to let you pay your way.

In town for the party scene
You get dolled up
You have to be seen
Realising that the streets are mean
Take me back there please.

Upstairs in your sleazy room
That’s where you live
That’s where you loom
And it’s where we both met our doom
Take me back there, please.

Chorus: (Cos you’re) Working nights
And days
Just to earn your dishonest wage
(Yes you’re) Working nights
And days
Just to let you pay your way.

Working nights
And Days
Working Nights
And days

(Fade out)
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Working Nights Lyrics

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