They raised him up on the instalment plan
The homely son of a handsome man
Neither clear-complected nor expected to achieve
A little bit ragged, a little bit rough
A little too rowdy for the summer of love
Still he's looking for a reason to believe
And he's changed his name from Frank to Valentino
And he's growing out his sideburns
And he's wearing platform shoes
And he's driving on the midnight road from Medford down to Reno
And he thinks he's found a way to cure his working blues
He got himself married at seventeen
She looked real pretty but she talked kinda mean
He thought they'd work things out in the fullness of time
Well, twenty years later he's headed south
The close-range victim of her sawed-off mouth
Leaving their salad days behind
And he's changed his name from Frank to Valentino
And he's growing out his sideburns
And he's wearing platform shoes
And he's driving on the midnight road from Medford down to Reno
And he thinks he's found a way to cure his working blues
Lord have mercy on the working stiff
Pulling graveyards and double-shifts
Trying to hold his own beside the pretty and the bright
Giving up the dream of his own backyard
Juggling taxes and credit cards
Now he's rolling like a ghost train through the night
And he's changed his name from Frank to Valentino
And he's growing out his sideburns
And he's wearing platform shoes
And he's driving on the midnight road from Medford down to Reno
And he thinks he's found a way to cure his working blues
And he thinks he's found a way to cure his working blues
Yes, he thinks he's found a way to cure his working blues