The eye of the evening, round quarter past three; In the middle of the road not a light follows me; In the darkness is a light, a little place that I see; Where Dunkin D Debbie works makin coffee; Yeah where is that crazy marine? The place isnt empty, though its late at night; Mamma L, D, and Pizza Boy just started to fight; I pulled out my pad and just started to write; Where Dunkin D Debbie works makin coffee. Hey where are they taking all the newspaper boxes? Draggin them away in chains Who can think in this place? Yeah Deb, Ill take a refill.