| Song | Moonlighting |
| Artist | Leo Sayer |
| Album | Another Year |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Writers:leo sayer & frank farrell | |
| He sees her at the same time every night | |
| At the mexican discotheque | |
| She gives him french kisses | |
| He gives her french cigarettes | |
| They sit at the same table every time | |
| The lights are low | |
| But their eyes shine | |
| Just digging the music from those sweet soul bands | |
| She keeps him outta fights | |
| Holds on to his hand | |
| He whispers slowly "tonight's the night" | |
| Months of planning so it's gotta be right | |
| Under the table her bag is busting at the seams | |
| She made sure to bring everything | |
| Moonlighting | |
| They're leaving everything | |
| Moonlighting | |
| They're losing all their friends | |
| Moonlighting | |
| It's the only way | |
| It's frighening | |
| But it means they'll stay | |
| Together | |
| They're gonna make it together | |
| His blue morris van is parked in an alley | |
| Just by montague street | |
| His friend eddie he did the respray | |
| So he couldn't drive it all last week | |
| And it cost most of the money that he had saved up | |
| To pay eddie's receipt | |
| But he figures it's worth it 'cos the disguise is a must | |
| When they go missing they're gonna look for the van first | |
| She whispers slowly "it'll be alright" | |
| I took some cash from my building society | |
| And my monthy check came in just right | |
| If only they knew they weren't giving it away | |
| 9:15 monday morning at the printing works | |
| The boss notices someone's not clocked in | |
| And the water department of the council offices has a message | |
| That mrs. park's daughter is missing | |
| Meanwhile the carlisle turnoff of the m6 motorway | |
| Drinking cold black coffee eating hot cup cakes | |
| She stares at him with his beard unshaved | |
| Wonders at his powers of staying awake | |
| He whispers slowly "you did just fine" | |
| They shared the driving all through the night | |
| She laughs "my mother will have lost her mind | |
| We're only ten miles to gretna | |
| They're three hundred behind |
| Writers: leo sayer frank farrell | |
| He sees her at the same time every night | |
| At the mexican discotheque | |
| She gives him french kisses | |
| He gives her french cigarettes | |
| They sit at the same table every time | |
| The lights are low | |
| But their eyes shine | |
| Just digging the music from those sweet soul bands | |
| She keeps him outta fights | |
| Holds on to his hand | |
| He whispers slowly " tonight' s the night" | |
| Months of planning so it' s gotta be right | |
| Under the table her bag is busting at the seams | |
| She made sure to bring everything | |
| Moonlighting | |
| They' re leaving everything | |
| Moonlighting | |
| They' re losing all their friends | |
| Moonlighting | |
| It' s the only way | |
| It' s frighening | |
| But it means they' ll stay | |
| Together | |
| They' re gonna make it together | |
| His blue morris van is parked in an alley | |
| Just by montague street | |
| His friend eddie he did the respray | |
| So he couldn' t drive it all last week | |
| And it cost most of the money that he had saved up | |
| To pay eddie' s receipt | |
| But he figures it' s worth it ' cos the disguise is a must | |
| When they go missing they' re gonna look for the van first | |
| She whispers slowly " it' ll be alright" | |
| I took some cash from my building society | |
| And my monthy check came in just right | |
| If only they knew they weren' t giving it away | |
| 9: 15 monday morning at the printing works | |
| The boss notices someone' s not clocked in | |
| And the water department of the council offices has a message | |
| That mrs. park' s daughter is missing | |
| Meanwhile the carlisle turnoff of the m6 motorway | |
| Drinking cold black coffee eating hot cup cakes | |
| She stares at him with his beard unshaved | |
| Wonders at his powers of staying awake | |
| He whispers slowly " you did just fine" | |
| They shared the driving all through the night | |
| She laughs " my mother will have lost her mind | |
| We' re only ten miles to gretna | |
| They' re three hundred behind |
| Writers: leo sayer frank farrell | |
| He sees her at the same time every night | |
| At the mexican discotheque | |
| She gives him french kisses | |
| He gives her french cigarettes | |
| They sit at the same table every time | |
| The lights are low | |
| But their eyes shine | |
| Just digging the music from those sweet soul bands | |
| She keeps him outta fights | |
| Holds on to his hand | |
| He whispers slowly " tonight' s the night" | |
| Months of planning so it' s gotta be right | |
| Under the table her bag is busting at the seams | |
| She made sure to bring everything | |
| Moonlighting | |
| They' re leaving everything | |
| Moonlighting | |
| They' re losing all their friends | |
| Moonlighting | |
| It' s the only way | |
| It' s frighening | |
| But it means they' ll stay | |
| Together | |
| They' re gonna make it together | |
| His blue morris van is parked in an alley | |
| Just by montague street | |
| His friend eddie he did the respray | |
| So he couldn' t drive it all last week | |
| And it cost most of the money that he had saved up | |
| To pay eddie' s receipt | |
| But he figures it' s worth it ' cos the disguise is a must | |
| When they go missing they' re gonna look for the van first | |
| She whispers slowly " it' ll be alright" | |
| I took some cash from my building society | |
| And my monthy check came in just right | |
| If only they knew they weren' t giving it away | |
| 9: 15 monday morning at the printing works | |
| The boss notices someone' s not clocked in | |
| And the water department of the council offices has a message | |
| That mrs. park' s daughter is missing | |
| Meanwhile the carlisle turnoff of the m6 motorway | |
| Drinking cold black coffee eating hot cup cakes | |
| She stares at him with his beard unshaved | |
| Wonders at his powers of staying awake | |
| He whispers slowly " you did just fine" | |
| They shared the driving all through the night | |
| She laughs " my mother will have lost her mind | |
| We' re only ten miles to gretna | |
| They' re three hundred behind |