I could slip, I could fall
In that mean and awful hall
With the other jealous bitches
And the bitter grumbling men

I could sneer, I could glare,
Say that life is so unfair
And the one who made it,
Made it ’cause her breasts were really big

Well, I don’t wanna get bitter
I don’t wanna turn cruel
I don’t wanna get old
Before I have to

I could bitch, I could moan
Say I want to be left alone
But that’s not really true
Because I like my time with you

Till you rant and you rave
Wishing fat folks to their grave
But I feel sorry for them
You say they get what they deserve

Well, I don’t wanna get bitter
I don’t wanna turn cruel
I don’t wanna get old
Before I have to

And I don’t wanna get jaded
Petrified and weighted
I don’t wanna get bitter like you

Like you, with the darts in your eyes
Like you, with disdain for mankind
I was charmed, now I wonder

Well I don’t wanna get bitter
I don’t wanna turn cruel
I don’t wanna get old
Before I have to

So I’ll smile with the rest
Wishing everyone the best
And know the one who made it
Made it ’cause she was actually pretty good

But I don’t wanna get bitter
I don’t wanna turn cruel
I don’t wanna get old
Before I have to

And I don’t wanna get jaded
Petrified and weighted
I don’t wanna get bitter like you

No, I don’t wanna get bitter
I don’t wanna turn cruel
I don’t wanna get old
Before I have to

And I don’t wanna get jaded (I’m not jaded)
Petrified and weighted (I don’t wanna get bitter)
I don’t wanna get bitter like you

Karen, she’s my boss at the shoe store
We sell to the rich on Madison Avenue
I come in late from Brooklyn on the F train
Karen says “honey, make this your last time”
But we like her, she’s firm but approachable
Dresses in style, pretty conservative
We ask her, “hey, come out with us after work”
Karen, she always declines

And we talk about
Karen by night
We imagine she must lead a very dull life
With just a cat and a book by her side
We know her by day but we don’t know
Karen by night

In the stockroom searching for a 9B
I overheard Karen whisper on the phone
She said, “Meet me at the club
There’s a shipment coming in
And I can’t pull this one off alone”
Well, I didn’t know what to think
Was my mind playing tricks?
Was there more to this Karen then realized?
I had to know, so I followed her home
I could not believe my eyes

And then I saw
Karen by night
The leather comes out under the moonlight
Takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike
Looking like young Marlon Brando
Karen by night

Saw her leaning on the bar with a drink in hand
And a cigarette dangling from her bright red lips
She looked like she was looking for someone
Like she was looking for a fight
Then a young blonde buck walked in
She grabbed him by the collar
Kissed him hard on the mouth
And slapped him on the cheek
Then I thought she spied me in the corner of her eye
So I ran outside, but all night all I could think about was
Karen by night

The next morning, I’m late as usual
Karen’s there fresh as a daisy
She says with a smile, “You look like hell
And where you last night?”

Karen by night
Imagine she must lead a very dull life
With just a cat or a book by her side
We know her by day but we don’t know…
Karen by night
The leather comes out under the moonlight
Takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike
Looking like Marlon Brando
Looking like young Marlon Brando
Wish I could be more like
Karen by night

Looking like young Marlon Brando
Not like the old fat Marlon Brando in “Apocalypse Now”
Karen by night
Karen by night