Burlesque

One day you’ll be dying of triple throat cancer. .. ha ha
God, the vindictive old sod, will screw you for an answer. .. ha ha
When you were young and a singer-romancer, music was forever. .. ha ha
Here’s a copy of the contract you signed at the time
To say you knew what you bartered. .. ha ha
I’m writing this in case you get bitter and twisted
Coughing on your death-bed. .. ha ha
So when you’re in life’s last sordid process
You’ll sing like Mozart. .. ha ha
This is a song for the glorious drunkards —
Li Po and J. Stone (claimed by the real world)
For anyone who doesn’t like the world they were born in
Who will build a fire on main street, and shoot it full of holes
One day you’ll be dying of triple throat cancer. .. ha ha
God, the vindictive old sod, will screw you for an answer. .. ha ha
When you were young and a singer-romancer, music was forever. .. ha ha
Here’s a copy of the contract you signed at the time
To say you knew what you bartered. .. ha ha
I’m writing this in case you get bitter and twisted
Coughing on your death-bed. .. ha ha
So when you’re in life’s last sordid process
You’ll sing like Mozart. .. ha ha
This is a song for the glorious drunkards —
Li Po and J. Stone (claimed by the real world)
For anyone who doesn’t like the world they were born in
Who will build a fire on main street, and shoot it full of holes