Look at Me

Damian: Look at me-
I’m cool, and I’m charming
Debonair and disarming-
That’s me to a T
Take a look at me
Don’t need no fandango-
I’ve got all of the angles,
Just look at me!
Damian: Look at me
I ain’t no beginner,
A natural winner-
That’s me to a T
Take a look at me
I can sing a Capella-
I’m a hell of a fella,
Just look at me!
Keith: you know nothing at all about ladies,
Let me give you a piece of advice.
You’re heading for nothing but trouble-
You’ll be paying a hell of a price.
'Cos you think you’re a bit of a killer
That the ladies will fall at your feet-
Ha! They could eat you for supper
And spit you right out on the street
Damian: Look at me
Your resistance will crumble-
get ready to rumble.
One, two, three!
Take a look at me
I’m as fit as a fiddle,
So let’s hide it a little
Just you and me!
Keith: It’s a very bad time to be cocky-
When you’re out there on the pull.
Hold your horse like a jockey
And don’t rush in like a bull!
You have to be patient with ladies
And tell them what they want to hear.
Keep a steady aim on your target,
Don’t shoot like a young pistoleer!
Damian: look at me
I ain’t no beginner
A natural winner-
That’s me to a T!
Take a look at me
I can sing a Capella
I’m a hell of a fella-
Just look at me!
Keith: take a good look at yourself
For goodness sake-
All the ladies are laughing-
Ask yourself why
Take a good look at yourself
And you will see
A natural loser,
Take it from me!
Both sing their last parts at the same time