The hiballs were hittin me
like King Crochea in the ninth round
Pulled out my glass eye
in front of the MacGuire sisters
backstage at the Sands
Those girls screamed bloody hell
when I put it down next to her hand man!
I was on my way from las vegas
to la With a headfull of dreams,
vermouth and big plans I know
i haven't been spending quality time
with the rabbi, now have i?
But i gotta give love to the cat upstairs
Passing by the temple bethamuna
i raise my glass from the back seat
of the limousine in cheers
I spent a small fortune which seemed
more important on dames,
cocktails and leisure wear
I'm a shy guy no lie,
an apple pie guy my my.
I'd like to kiss those lips a thousand times.
I've been in more hotels than the holy bible
Living on champagne and brie and grackers for survival
Out twice a night rockin the mic to earn my heavyweight title
Out to get as high as the Eifel tower
Played weddings bat-mitzvahs and even baby showers
Come on honey blow out the candles
I got business to handle
I'll be back to the club love
I got another set in an hour
Out her hustling for a little something
Keep the drinks pouring and my chevrolet running
My honey looking stunning,
Living extravagant Master of ceremonies,
handing out trophies at the beauty pagent
You'd think he slept in his tuxedo
Only one time it was in the parking lot in Reno
Oh Hell, I can't afford a hotel cause
They emptied my pockets down at the casing
Hey, I lost my shirt. But sometimes
I walk away in a new suit In life's little crap shoot.
