Tad:

Are we ready to roll?

Ensemble:

Where are we rolling?

Tad:

Into the heart of the night!

Jamie:

I am not the kind of guy

Who should be in a place like this

At this time of the morning

Sunday morning, 6 A.M.

I should've cut my losses at 3 A.M.

But I said, No, I need more blow

To get me on my marching feet again?

Look at the darkness shine

Right into mine

Bright lights, big city

Bright lights, big city

Now, this is what you wanted

All the frolic and the frenzy

Plenty of illusion here,

You live it every day

Know what you see is not what you get here

Dirty, pretty New York City

Hang on to each rush

Before it up and blows away

Look at the darkness come

Hard like a drum

Jamie and Chorus:

Bright lights, big city

Bright lights, big city

Coke Girl:

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Jamie:

The problem is

I'm the kinda guy who's lookin' for the kinda girl

Who'd never be here

In a club like this at this time of the morning

Sunday morning, 6 A.M.

Jamie:

I'm lookin' for the kinda girl

Who I'd call at eleven

For some croissants and a coffee

Then we'd go to

Some museum

And a set or two of tennis

With Elizabeth and Dennis

Who have just got back from Venice

Oh, I'm a menace to myself

Dancing this close to heartbreak

Falling away

Coke Girl:

You got any blow?

Jamie:

Is Stevie Wonder blind?

Coke Girl:

I wouldn't mind some

Jamie:

Just a little taste

The soups on, as it were

Coke Girl:

Sure

Jamie:

Step into my office

Coke Girl:

I love drugs

And everything they do

Don't you?

Jamie:

I do

Both:

Love drugs

I love drugs

Coke Girl:

You got anymore?

Jamie:

You cleaned out the store.

Coke Girl:

Goodbye

Jamie:

Aw, wait!