We used to dance
We used to do it all night
You and me and the dolls of highland
They'd drink that radio loud
The jester choked on his jokes in the spotlight
But the poet burned all her last year's pages
And we watched the bottom fall out
But oh I've never set a sight
On a siren so bright
On a songbird so deranged
And she said you must be new
To the Shreveport city blues
She said these days
Her nights were getting strange