Broughton There's a place I go, not far from New Mexico, Where we party all night, Soon as I came from the city, it was bar room brawls and lazy nights, Why should I fight? When it's CHORUS Oh Oh, yes it's a Bordello Night Oh Oh, yes it's a Bordello Night, Burn the midnight oil, you're on foreign soil, that somehow makes it alright. It's a Bordello Night. It's the kind of place where a month is just twenty eight lazy days, to just whistle away, in this way. "Come to the dance?" she asked - the seven veils or a saraband - and a mystery romance. When it's . . .