Karen By Night

Karen, she's my boss at the shoe store
We sell to the rich on Madison Avenue
I come in late from Brooklyn on the F-train
Karen says, "Honey, make this your last time"
But we like her, she's firm but approachable
Dresses in style, pretty conservative
We ask her, "Hey, come out with us after work"
Karen she always declines
And we talk about

Karen by night
Imagine she must lead a very dull life
With just a cat or a book by her side
We know her by day, but we don't know
Karen by night

In the stockroom searching for a 9B
I overheard Karen whisper on the phone
She said, "Meet me at the club
There's a shipment coming in
And I can't pull this on off alone"
Well, I didn't know what to think
Was my mind playing tricks?
Was there more to this Karen than realized?
I had to know, so I followed her home
I could not believe my eyes
And then I saw

Karen by night
The leather comes out under the moonlight
Takes off her Chanel and she hops on her bike
Looking like young Marlon Brando
Karen by night

I saw her leaning on the bar
With a drink in hand and cigarette
Dangling from her bright red lips
She looked like she was looking for someone
Like she was looking for a fight
Then a young blond buck walked in
She grabbed him by the collar
She kissed hard on the mouth
And slapped him on the cheek
Then I thought she spied me out of the corner of her eye
So I ran outside
But all night all I could think about was
Karen by night

The next morning I'm late as usual
Karen's there fresh as a daisy
She says with a smile, "Why, you look like hell
And where were you last night?"

Karen by night
Imagine she must lead a very dull life
With just a cat or a book by her side
We know her by day, but we don't know
Karen by night
The leather comes out under the moonlight
Takes off her Chanel and she hops on her bike
Looking like Marlon Brando
Looking like young Marlon Brando
I wish I could be more like
Karen by night

Looking like young Marlon Brando
Not like old, fat Marlon Brando in Apocolypse Now
Karen by night, Karen by night