Midnight Swinger Songtext
von Mel Tormé

Hey, midnight swinger
How′s the world's greatest lover tonight?
Emancipated women′s own special delight
So how can the world's last living Casanova be alone?

They don't appreciate
The fine kind of lovin′ you make
On a scale of seven
You would get an eight

But you′re home by your lonesome most every night
You watch Johnny Carson 'til you turn out the light
He′s pretty funny, and it looks like you are too
Irresistible you


Hey, midnight swinger
Who's got the heart that you′re breakin' tonight?
A center-fold playmate or a movie star type?
So how can the world′s new Marcello Mastroianni be so blue?

My, what a long, long wait
Your geisha girl seems to be late
Who's gonna fan ya?
Who's gonna peel your grapes?

Well, it looks like another boring evenin′ at home
No lovin′ tonight, just instant breakfast alone
If loser's had contests, there′s no doubt how you'd do
Undefeatable you

Undefeatable you
Undefeatable you