Muriel, since you left town, the clubs closed downnThere's one more burned out lamppost down on the Main StreetnDown where we used to strollnAnd Muriel, I still hit all the same old hauntsnAnd you follow me wherever I gonAnd Muriel I see you on a Saturday nightnIn a penny arcade with your hair tied backnAnd the diamond twinkle in your eyenIs the only wedding ring I'll buy younMurielnnAnd Muriel, how many times I've left this townnTo hide from your memorynIt haunts menBut I only get as far as the next whiskey barnI'll buy another cheap cigar and I'll see you every nightnHey, Muriel, MurielnHey buddy, got a light