could
a been on easy street
could
a been a wheel
with
irons in the fire
and
all them business deals
But
the last of the big-time losers
shouted
before he drove away
I'll
be right back as soon as I crack
the
one that got away
the ambulance
drivers don't give a shit
they
just want to get off work
and
the short stop and the victim
have
already gone berserk
and
the shroud-tailor measures him
for
a deep-six holiday
the
stiff is froze, the case is closed
on the
one that got away
Jim Crow's
directing traffic
with
them cemetery blues
with
them peculiar looking trousers
them
old Italian shoes
the
wooden kimona was all ready
to drop
in San Francisco Bay
but
now he's mumbling something
all
about the one that got away
Costello
was the champion
at the
St. Moritz Hotel
and
the best this side of Fairfax,
reliable
sources tell
but
his reputation is at large
and
he's at Ben Frank's every day
waiting
for the one that got away
he's
got a snake skin sportshirt,
and
he looks like Vincent Price
with
a little piece of chicken
and
he's carving off a slice
but
someone tipped her off
she'll
be doing a Houdini now any day
she
shook his hustle
and
a Greyhound bus'll
take
the one that got away
Andre
is at the piano
behind
the Ivar in the sewers
with
a buck a shot for pop tunes,
and
a fin for guided tours
He could
of been in Casablanca
he stood
in line out there all day
but
now he's spilling whiskey
and
learning songs about a one that got away
well
I've lost my equilibrium
my car
keys and my pride
tattoo
parlor's warm
and
so I huddle there inside
the
grinding of the buzz saw
whatchuwanthathingtosay
just
don't misspell her name
buddy
she's the one that got away
Marco Giunco |
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