| Song | Interrupted Melody |
| Artist | City Boy |
| Album | The Day the Earth Caught Fire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Mason-Slamer-Thomas | |
| Bright young woman came running from home | |
| With her life in her hands 'cause they gave her such a | |
| bad time | |
| Just a part-time lover and a full-time wife | |
| With her heart in the dark and her head out in the | |
| daylight | |
| Every small-town mother had a rumour on her lips | |
| "I could tell she was trash from her head to her | |
| fingertips | |
| Now and again when she disagreed | |
| It was an interrupted melody | |
| Shame was a runner for the lady to beat | |
| It left a fire in her belly and a pain in her feet | |
| Friends can be found on the lowest avenue | |
| You never ask for a name when they offer you a lean-to | |
| Now and again when she disagreed | |
| It was an interrupted melody | |
| Working the week-end--Tricks in the park | |
| Over exposure--meat for the sharks | |
| Turn out the headlights--Pull up the car | |
| Business for pleasure--life after dark | |
| There was Willie the Man with his wallet and charm | |
| He left a smile on her face and a mark in her arm | |
| And every Saturday night when the girls gave their | |
| best | |
| He was hustling trade for the kid from out West | |
| Now and again when she disagreed | |
| Just an interrupted melody | |
| One thing she learned was never give It away | |
| They can take what they want just as long as they pay | |
| Now all that remains of that small-town life | |
| Is a letter from home and a look in her eye | |
| Now and again when she disagreed | |
| It was an interrupted melody | |
| Working the week-end--Tricks In the park | |
| Over exposure— |
| MasonSlamerThomas | |
| Bright young woman came running from home | |
| With her life in her hands ' cause they gave her such a | |
| bad time | |
| Just a parttime lover and a fulltime wife | |
| With her heart in the dark and her head out in the | |
| daylight | |
| Every smalltown mother had a rumour on her lips | |
| " I could tell she was trash from her head to her | |
| fingertips | |
| Now and again when she disagreed | |
| It was an interrupted melody | |
| Shame was a runner for the lady to beat | |
| It left a fire in her belly and a pain in her feet | |
| Friends can be found on the lowest avenue | |
| You never ask for a name when they offer you a leanto | |
| Now and again when she disagreed | |
| It was an interrupted melody | |
| Working the weekendTricks in the park | |
| Over exposuremeat for the sharks | |
| Turn out the headlightsPull up the car | |
| Business for pleasurelife after dark | |
| There was Willie the Man with his wallet and charm | |
| He left a smile on her face and a mark in her arm | |
| And every Saturday night when the girls gave their | |
| best | |
| He was hustling trade for the kid from out West | |
| Now and again when she disagreed | |
| Just an interrupted melody | |
| One thing she learned was never give It away | |
| They can take what they want just as long as they pay | |
| Now all that remains of that smalltown life | |
| Is a letter from home and a look in her eye | |
| Now and again when she disagreed | |
| It was an interrupted melody | |
| Working the weekendTricks In the park | |
| Over exposure |
| MasonSlamerThomas | |
| Bright young woman came running from home | |
| With her life in her hands ' cause they gave her such a | |
| bad time | |
| Just a parttime lover and a fulltime wife | |
| With her heart in the dark and her head out in the | |
| daylight | |
| Every smalltown mother had a rumour on her lips | |
| " I could tell she was trash from her head to her | |
| fingertips | |
| Now and again when she disagreed | |
| It was an interrupted melody | |
| Shame was a runner for the lady to beat | |
| It left a fire in her belly and a pain in her feet | |
| Friends can be found on the lowest avenue | |
| You never ask for a name when they offer you a leanto | |
| Now and again when she disagreed | |
| It was an interrupted melody | |
| Working the weekendTricks in the park | |
| Over exposuremeat for the sharks | |
| Turn out the headlightsPull up the car | |
| Business for pleasurelife after dark | |
| There was Willie the Man with his wallet and charm | |
| He left a smile on her face and a mark in her arm | |
| And every Saturday night when the girls gave their | |
| best | |
| He was hustling trade for the kid from out West | |
| Now and again when she disagreed | |
| Just an interrupted melody | |
| One thing she learned was never give It away | |
| They can take what they want just as long as they pay | |
| Now all that remains of that smalltown life | |
| Is a letter from home and a look in her eye | |
| Now and again when she disagreed | |
| It was an interrupted melody | |
| Working the weekendTricks In the park | |
| Over exposure |