Night owl, the sleeping studio
Blue and gray musicians, the smoke thickens
Night owl at the flower console
Red and green lights that you know by that ur
You expect nothing, yet you hear clearly
Oh! My night owl friend, oh! My friend, I thank you
All the forgotten dandies, we are here well placed
You listen to me again and again and again
Oh! My night owl friend, oh! My friend, I thank you
The little red is served, your gypsy is finished
And I listen to you again and again and again
It's my friend, if I talk about him
To the women in my life, they love too
He is my friend, if I drag my life
On the days that I curse, I sit next to him
He hears me well, I know he hears me well
Oh! My night owl friend, oh! My friend, I thank you
You rock your tape recorders, I sing a little less out of tune
You listen again and again and again
Oh! My night owl friend, oh! My friend, I thank you
We will eat in the sunrise, exhausted but happy
Talking about music again and again and again
Oh! My night owl friend, oh! My friend, I thank you
We will eat in the sunrise, exhausted but happy
Talking about music again and again and again
Oh! My night owl friend, oh! My friend, I thank you
And I listen to you again and again and again
Oh! My night owl friend, oh! My friend, I thank you.