Campbell lane

Through the window, curtain rain

Long night gone, yellow day

Speed shivers melt away



Six o'clock I'm goin' down

Coffee's hot and the toast is brown

Hey streetsweeper, clear my way

Sweethearts breakfast is the best in town

Oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts . . .



Hey, Anne-Maria

It's always good to see her

She don't smile or flirt

She just wears that mini-skirt

Drunks come in

Paper bag, Brandivino

Dreams fly away

As she pulls another cappucino



Six o'clock I'm goin' down

Coffee's hot and the toast is brown

Hey streetsweeper, clear my way

Sweethearts breakfast is the best in town

Oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts