LAWRENCE You may be master of Your chosen occupation With several strings of Polo ponies in your stable- ou must remember all the same That at the crux of every game Is knowing when it's time To leave the table.
And it's important to be artful in your exit- No turning back, you must accept the con is done, But now and then, you might recall The moments when you had it al- You ahd teh charm, You had the talent And, my God, you hd some fun.
It was a ball, it was a blast And it's a shame it couldn't last, But every chapter has to end, You must agree. It was a joy, it was sublime, A splendid way to earn a dime For a dirty rotten guy like me.
When you look back on all your conquests and deceptions You see a thousand flawless pearls set in a strand, Laid out from Biarritz to Rome, Each one as perfect as a poem- An opus to be proud of though it's written in the sand.
It was a ball, it was a thrill, You had teh grace, you had the skill To know exactly what to say And what to do. You wouldn't trade a single day Or have it any other way- A dirty rotten guy like you.
FREDDY It's almost a religion- The need to take a pigeon And to play your part With elegance and zest
But when it's time to fold the act And your duffel bag is packed Take comfort in the fact That you've been working with the best.
It was a blast, it was a ball It was a gas, I loved it all 'Cause I was hanging with the man And that's a plus.
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LAWRENCE You may be master of Your chosen occupation With several strings of Polo ponies in your stable- ou must remember all the same That at the crux of every game Is knowing when it's time To leave the table.
And it's important to be artful in your exit- No turning back, you must accept the con is done, But now and then, you might recall The moments when you had it al- You ahd teh charm, You had the talent And, my God, you hd some fun.
It was a ball, it was a blast And it's a shame it couldn't last, But every chapter has to end, You must agree. It was a joy, it was sublime, A splendid way to earn a dime For a dirty rotten guy like me.
When you look back on all your conquests and deceptions You see a thousand flawless pearls set in a strand, Laid out from Biarritz to Rome, Each one as perfect as a poem- An opus to be proud of though it's written in the sand.
It was a ball, it was a thrill, You had teh grace, you had the skill To know exactly what to say And what to do. You wouldn't trade a single day Or have it any other way- A dirty rotten guy like you.
FREDDY It's almost a religion- The need to take a pigeon And to play your part With elegance and zest
But when it's time to fold the act And your duffel bag is packed Take comfort in the fact That you've been working with the best.
It was a blast, it was a ball It was a gas, I loved it all 'Cause I was hanging with the man And that's a plus.
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