Goodnight Mr. Maugham

Great tales of tropical passion never did turn out right
Even willy maugham’s story telling gifts left him, sometimes
Never liked american girls
They’re always so plump and white
And the past is a foreign country
They do things differently there
Was a time when children knew to regard their parents cares
My friends sit in basement rooms
Shun the society of our peers
Though i’m living in that foreign country
I’m bound to find my own kind
Anywhere i go you know i’ll end up at
Cafe Americain
Same things go on inside
In the bathroom just like in l. a
And he said it like only he could:
«My time is done, good night»
One night down at the cafe
I light your cigarette
Like a gentleman the best behavior i know
Can bridge any cleft
No matter how vast our differences, like me
You won’t be anyone’s pet
I’m down at hellgate canyon
But still i remember that night
I stared at your tiny fist as it gripped
My dinner jacket so tight
I understood then what willy reported
But never felt in his own life
And he said it like only he could:
«My time is done, good night»