Sanoja: Soundtrack Artists. Coffee Shop Nights.

Cioffi (spoken):
Detectives have no opening night, Miss Harris. We make our entrance after the curtain has fallen on someone else?s life.

Nikki:
It isn?t wrong to be married to one?s work, is it?

Cioffi:
Ah, no. No, not at all. Sometimes it?s no honeymoon.
I love my job.
(sung) I really do
And if I say so myself
I?m good at it too
I catch the bad guys
Well, most of the time
So it?s a good life
A perfectly good life
Not exactly sublime
When I?ve finished my work
And I crawl into bed
I reflect as I turn out the lights
That the day that?s to come
And the week that?s ahead
Will be lunch counter mornings
And coffee shop nights
Lunch counter mornings
And coffee shop nights

Nikki (spoken):
Well it?s reassuring to have such a dependable schedule. Like matinees every Wednesday!

Cioffi:
Or brisket and broad beans each Thurday!

Nikki:
With your friends!

Cioffi:
Yeah, well
(sung) I like my pals
The guys on the force
We?re not very social
They?re all married, of course

Sometimes we go bowling
Or have a few beers
So it?s a fine life
A perfectly fine life
I'd give it ? two cheers
'Cause sometimes I think
At the end of the day
As I read the last burglar his rights
That the life that I lead
Is a little bit gray
With its lunch counter mornings
And coffee shop nights
Lunch counter mornings
And coffee shop nights

Nikki (spoken):
But your acting roles. Well don?t they make for a change?

Cioffi:
Oh, Miss Harris, each year from May 23rd to the 12th of June when I turn my life over to the Swallow Street Players, that?s
more than a vacation for me. That?s an overture of hope! That?s the curtain rising on the greatest joy of my life. But the
rest of the year ?
(sung) The life that I lead
That?s a little bit gray
There are plenty of low days
And not many heights
Mostly lunch counter mornings
And coffee shop nights
Lunch counter mornings
And coffee shop nights
(spoken) I don?t mean to seem forward, but might I walk you home?

Nikki:
Oh, I?d be delighted! But, you said we?re not allowed to leave.

Cioffi:
Damn!