Broughton There's a place I go, not far from New Mexico Where we party all night Soon as I came from the city, it was Bar room brawls and lazy nights Why should I fight? When it's CHORUS Oh Oh, yes it's a Bordello Night Oh Oh, yes it's a Bordello Night Burn the midnight oil, you're on foreign soil That somehow makes it alright It's a Bordello Night It's the kind of place where a month is just Twenty eight lazy days To just whistle away, in this way "Come to the dance?" she asked - The seven veils or a saraband - And a mystery romance. When it's . .