I WAS A LITTLE TOO TALL...could've used a few pounds. Tight pants, points, hardly reknowned. She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes; and points all her own sitting way up high. Yeah, way up firm and high.

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy; out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy. Workin' on mysteries without any clues...Workin' on our night cabbie moves. Trying' to make some front page drive-in news. Workin' on our night cabbie moves. In the summertime. Oooooh. In the sweet... summertime, summertime.

We weren't in love, oh no! Far from it. We weren't searching for some pie in the sky summit. We were just young and restless and bored...living by the sword. And we'd steal away! Every chance we could...to the backroom, the alley, the trusty woods. I used her! She used me! But neither one cared. We were getting our share.

Workin' on our night cabbie moves. Trying to lose the...awkward teenage blues! Workin' on our night cabbie moves...in the summertime.

And ohhhhhhhh...the wonder. Felt the lightning! And we waited on the thunder...WAITED ON THE THUNDER!

I woke last night to the sound of thunder...how far off I sat and wondered. Started humming a song from 1962. Ain't it funny how the night cabbie moves. When you just don't seem to haaaaaave as much to lose. Strange how the night cabbie moves...with autumn closing in.

Night Cabbie Moves! Yeaaahhhh...night cabbie moves! Night Cabbie Moves! Ohhhhhh...night cabbie moves!

Ohhhhhhh, yeah! Oooohhhhh, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah! Ohh! Ohh! Yeahh! Yeahh! I remember, I rememberrrrrrrrr!