| Slinky Johnson, if I just had you here | 
| To tell you what’s on my mind | 
| I ain’t seen you in the best of a year | 
| But I understand your kind | 
| You’ll come repenting for the way you carried on | 
| Hoping I’ll be relentin' and let bygones be gone | 
| Though I love you still, our love affair’s through | 
| I ain’t takin' no chances with you | 
| You’re just a thief in the night | 
| Nothin' but a thief in the night | 
| You came without a warnin' | 
| And left before the mornin' broke through | 
| I never knew I wouldn’t see you again | 
| You’re an education in men | 
| The one I had believed in | 
| Turned out to be a thief in the night | 
| And oh how I’ve worried and fretted | 
| And got myself in a pet | 
| Wishin' we’d never met | 
| Mopin' and hopin' and swearin' I’d square a pound yet | 
| Folks declare my eyes are always wet | 
| Because a thief in the night | 
| Stole my heart and vanished from sight | 
| I knew I’d come to grievin' | 
| Believin' in a thief in the night | 
| Come in… so it’s you, Slinky Johnson! | 
| Turned up again like an imitation penny. | 
| Boy, you’re lookin' mighty sharp! | 
| You musta hit the numbers! | 
| I ain’t jettin', I know you couldn’t thumb your way across all that water and | 
| get to Paris. | 
| Just a minute, don’t start off callin' me 'Ruby'. | 
| My name has changed: I’m now known as 'Madame Roberta,' the celebrated | 
| cortesian. | 
| Here, here! | 
| Don’t try warmin' up to me! | 
| Take it easy, Greasy, you’ve got a long way to slide! | 
| Far as I’m concerned, you’re just a lost ball in the high weeds. | 
| What? | 
| Give you another chance? | 
| And go back on the release? | 
| Never no chance, you dirty, double-crossin' h-comrade new-earthworm! | 
| You’re everything that begins with the letter 'S' and the letter 'B'! | 
| So you can’t take it, huh? | 
| Well, if you don’t like the way I’m beatin' up my gums, let the doorknob hit ya | 
| in the middle o' the back! | 
| And don’t go braggin' around Harlem you had an affair with me! | 
| Affair with me, Hell! | 
| If you call that little thing an 'affair'! | 
| You’re just a thief in the night | 
| Stole my heart and vanished from sight | 
| I knew I’d come to grievin' | 
| Believin' in a thief in the night! |