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1. |
Hello Down Below
03:14
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I was born Prince Henry, Duke of Earl
Third of the name, though second to none
As heir to the glory of this world
I was bred for fame, so will be my son
Then when I look down from my comfy throne
I can see, oh my, an odd tableau
Small human dots with lives of their own
From here up high, I shout “Hello”
Hello down below
Hello down below, you common Joes
Hello down below
You're so low, I've got vertigo
My princely schedule, in a nutshell
Is that of a gallant in glamorous halls
From May to April, I'm busy as hell
Between some great hunts and sumptuous balls
At times, I dare take a glance down at you
And your shabby life without no glow
That's a tough break, still that's the truth
I'm flying high, you're crawling low
Hello down below
Hello down below, you common Joes
Hello down below
You're so low, I've got vertigo
Hello down below
Hello down below, you average Joes
Hello down below
You're so damn low, I've got vertigo
What goes up
Must come down
To the ground
I've heard it all before
What goes up
Must come down
To the solid ground
So when you'll get sick of me bragging around
You'll have me consigned to the gallows
To lynch me quick, and with a cracking sound
You'll hang me high, I'll sway down low
Hello down below
Hello down below, you common Joes
Hello down below
You're so low, I've got vertigo
Hello down below
Hello down below, you average Joes
Hello down below
You're so damn low, I've got vertigo
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2. |
Mr. Hat & Mrs. Cane
02:50
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Oh, Mr. Hat , you're so
Well-suited for me
So high-hat and snooty
Oh, Mr. Hat , you're so
Nobly obsolete
Insolently neat
Mrs. Cane, you're a fine
Extension of my
Elegance of mind
Mr. Hat , Mrs. Cane
We're just dandy
Hey Mr. Hat , you may
Be cylindrical
While I'm cynical
Though, Mr. Hat , we're both
Quite hollow inside
Black-hearted and sad
Mrs. Cane, you're a crook
A mean wooden hook
That's how grand you look
Mr. Hat , Mrs. Cane
We're just dandy
Hush now, can you hear
That clock toll somewhere near
Seven distinct strokes
Then silence
Oh, that's the time my dear
Love used to come here
Now it only evokes
Her absence
But let's not moan again
I'm no vulgar man
Ask my hat and cane
Mr. Hat , Mrs. Cane
Who's just dandy?
Oh Mr. Hat , you know
It's because of her
I'm mad as a hatter
Still, my friend
Swear you will
Forever keep that
Right under your hat
Mrs. Cane, you're the one
Dame I can lean on
When daylight is gone
Mr. Hat , Mrs. Cane
We're just dandy
Mr. Hat , Mrs. Cane
We're just dandy
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3. |
The 5:22
02:27
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My love (X4)
Night was dying in red dawn light
My heart and I were riding the blue train line
Heading to our rendezvous
For you were to get on the 5:22
At the station “Waterloo”
To join me in my attempt to
Run away from it all with you
My love
The law was on my heels once more
Your eyes were red with tears that night you swore
That should I flee London, you’d come too
So you were to get on the 5:22
At the station “Waterloo”
For us to start our life anew
By vanishing into the blue
My love
As the train pulled in the station
I was all anticipation
But in no time, it all fell through
For then when I arrived at 5:22
There I met my Waterloo
Flashing lights of red and blue
But not a single trace of you
My love
My love (X4)
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4. |
It's Only Me, Tony B.
02:33
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Don't anybody worry, it's only me
Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony B.
Just kindly hand me over your money
Then you have my word, I will let you be
Down in the borough
Of Little Italy
There thrived a robber
Whose name was Tony B.
He would come through
the front door of the bank
Just like a gent
And gun in hand
He would say:
Don't anybody worry, it's only me
Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony B.
Just kindly hand me over your money
Then you have my word, I will let you be
Being so charming
Though callous, he became
The whole town's darling
And on top of his fame
The citizens voted the man
To Parliament
Made him a brigand
With no gun
Oh Antonino
Was a cold-hearted bambino
Who turned out a bandito
A politico
Who would campaign around saying:
Don't anybody worry, it's only me
Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony B.
Just kindly hand me over your money
Then you have my word, I will let you be
Though someone swore
That crime, it doesn't pay
Tony's wealth soared
At least until the day
Some hunters mistook him for a mean
Wolverine
And shot him clean
To the ground
Oh Antonino
Was a cold-hearted bambino
Who turned out a bandito
Now he's a morto
Whose words carved on his grave are saying:
Here lies only me, Tony B.
What does the "B" stand for? Beats me
Yet, I can remember clearly
What Ma would tell me as a baby:
"Oh beware Tony
Before glutonny
Beguiles your stony
Beating heart"
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I can smell the perfume
All over in our room
Of roses rotting their life away
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
I can hear in the night
Cats mewing with fright
At the pale sad moon waning away
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Lying on your side of the bed
You don't turn a hair
No matter what I come up with
All you ever say is:
"Oh dear, go back to sleep..."
I can see a ghost above
That's our dying love
It's flying away through the window
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
Lying on your side of the bed
You don't turn a hair
No matter what I come up with
All you ever say is:
"Oh dear, go back to sleep..."
- SOLO -
One of these days, you will wake
And find an empty bed
And next to your hair, on the pillow
A brief note will say:
"Oh dear, go back to sleep...
See you in dreams"
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6. |
Little Swanee
02:29
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Swanee
She's Little Swanee
She's an uncommon woman
You'll see
Though, Swanee, no she ain't much
An aging cabaret singer
With tastes oh so out of touch
It strikes you when you see her
She took her name from an old song
By Gershwin/Caesar and sang by Jolson
Swanee
She's Little Swanee
And she's little concerned
With what should be
Every week, she's onstage
In front of empty seats
And for years, her only wage
Was to hear her own heartbeats
She may be an ugly duckling
That just won't turn into a dazzling swan
Oh Swanee
In the land of the blind
The one-eyed man is king
So with all those people
Who can't see a thing
Then she's got to be a queen
Queen of the unseen
So she'll go on and she'll sing
Until she hears the gong
That dreadful sound announcing
It's time for her swan song
You may be right about Swanee
She's a little looney
Yeah, she's a lot like me
Swanee (X4)
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7. |
The Spiral Life
03:33
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Hello Mr. White
How are you tonight?
Sorry to phone at so late a time
Yes, as you may doubt
I'm calling about
Your renewal to "The Spiral Life"
Same deal as before
No less and no more
What do you say, ain't that to die for?
To die for (X4)
Now you hesitate
Let me put this straight
We've got all the peace and quiet you need
And so for another year
We'll buy off your fears
Though, happiness is not guaranteed
It's always, of course
Regrets or remorses
But you know it could always be worse
Could be worse (X4)
Like all those times
You had faith to change your dreary life
It turned out to be
Just turned out to be
A mirage
And those love chimes
Once bewitching your heart and your mind
They turned out to be
Just turned out to be
A mirage
So to hell with your hopes
To hell with your dreams
And mostly, to hell with yourself
The only thing that
Won't deceive you is death
It's coming for sure
And you can bet
It won't turn out to be
Just won't turn out to be
A mirage
Mr. White, what's wrong?
Won't you go along
With us again starting today
You don't acquiesce
Still, we'll assume it's yes
Cause silence means consent, so they say
Silence means consent, so they say (X3)
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8. |
Case Closed
01:51
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I first married a coquette brunette
The kind who'd flirt even with death
Once she went for a swim
That's when things went grim
She accidentally drowned
Case closed
My second wife, a well-bred redhead
Wasn't so flaming hot in bed
One day at the mountain
On top of the canyon
She slipped and she fell down
Case closed
Why is it so
My wives, my lovers
All meet a tragic end
As soon as they show
Their true colors
Things get outta hand
Then I went out with a Bond-type blonde
A spy who claimed to be a nun
Still I proposed to her
"God, no!" was her answer
Since then she can't be found
Case closed
Why is it so
My wives, my lovers
All meet a tragic end
As soon as they show
Their true colors
Things get outta hand
The moral of this morbid story
Is that when you happen to be
A male serial killer
Love's a sure disaster
Brunette, redhead or blonde
Case closed
Brunette, redhead or blonde
Case closed
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