O, one small thing
Push your neck veins bulbous
And make those wires ring.

That little voice has passed,
But here's a body asked to last.
Demanded by your ignorance,

To carry on this stabbing step.
And where did I come up with you,
That lets me rest so far and few?

But I will just commend the day,
Your moves will court my corpse to stay.
Here we're sharing this boat,

One hull which threatens to crack.
We have a good thing,
Make those wires ring.


Just keep playing, darling,
Keep on them keys

The customers ain't payin'
For you to rest yourself at ease.
And stop moaning those tunes.

There's no money in our run.
There's no rhythm in your fall.
There's none to dance to at all.

In dripping make-up...
In sloppy clothes...
In faded beauty...

In lonely throes...

Next wave wash your pretty face,

And keep in mind that Johnny Ace
Was drunk, was $#&@ed, was not on stage,
When he made that silly move he made 1 .

And only after once dead, we
No more, adore that money.
After when his corpse was cool

That hardly memorable fool,
Who shot the Christmas spirit down,
And lit a fame, that half-made clown.

It's every day.
It's here at work.
That money comes,

When glory bursts.

We blame our idle hands.

While at ease he plays?
With that black piano
That we don't even own. 2


Here we're shooting this boat.
One hull which threatens to crack.

We have a good thing.
Make those wires ring.