Through the night I go, stepping lightly around the house.
Packing the pipe with small lights of green.
The big bright green pleasure machine. (Simon and Garfunkel)
On through the night I burn the midnight oil,
Loving my music and forgetting about my troubles,
Filling my mind with smoky dreams, watering the soil,
How good it is to have a home life again, happiness doubles,
I’ve always heard gypsies make better lovers.