nine o'clock
You know what I mean -- away to the bright lights ! I do n't like to knock your native land but , honestly , Morovenia is a bad boy . I 've struck towns around here where you could n't buy illustrated post-cards . They take in the sidewalks at nine o'clock every night . That orchestra down at the hotel handed me a new coon song last night -- _ Bill Bailey _ ! Can you beat that ? As long as you stay here you are hooked up with a funeral . ''