On a bicycle built for two bent like spoons in the bed
Pedaling through – they do what they do
She looks suspicious of his wishes while the bicycle man
Looks down at the road wondering if she knows
The couple veer right – So goes the night
So go the roses that she was expecting
We stroll on, my darling, we stroll on
And hold tight – So goes the night
Past the man dancing on the saddle
The magnificent horse with the silver bridle and half-crazy eyes
With a garland of yellow roses twining round the mad horse
As she gallops below him, her eye on the prize
The gait isn't right – So goes the night
Down goes the dancer, tumbling, tumbling
We stroll on, my darling, we stroll on
And hold tight – So goes the night
There in the park with the silhouette spiders
That fiddle like poets in fine silver lines
You're whistling something and nothing is finer
Than strolling and whistling ... here, you are mine
Out past the embankment the city is drowning in light
So goes the night
We stroll on, my darling, we stroll on...
The puppeteer in the arboretum
Yellow roses appear, but will she
See them with black bu*ton eyes?
We stroll on, my darling, we stroll on
We stroll on, my darling, we stroll on
We stroll on, my darling, we stroll on
Hold on tight
So goes the night.