Ain't no trade out on the streets
Half past the unlucky
And the hawk's a front-row seat
Dressed in full orquestration
Stage door johnnys got to pay
And sent him home
Talking bout the one that got away
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
The jigolo's jumpin salty Ain't no trade out on the streets Half past the unlucky And the hawk's a front-row seat Dressed in full orquestration Stage door johnnys got to pay And sent him home Talking bout the one that got away 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 Explain Request ×
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