Robert Nightman's Story Lyrics

I'm not much when it comes to conversation Except when I'm pillow talking Talking blues Ordering a meal I can't boast a lot of education But I feel my way around Fists in the air, ear to the ground Why is the thrill of it hard to explain? Jumping the cars on the mystery train Fancy a whisky or something to eat Say boys, I'm free for the rest of the week People think I'm fond of my situation I've been going out with the lights Dodging the law Dancing till dawn In fact I'd say I'm a mine of information If you ask me the time How to play cards The way to a bar What good is that to anyone? Why is the thrill of it hard to explain? Jumping the cars on the mystery train Fancy a whisky or something to eat Say girls, I'm free for the rest of the week This is Robert's story Robert Nightman's story, I'm telling That bit is fiction, this part is true The one who wants me I don't want The one I want don't want to know The one who wants me I don't want The one I want don't want to know