| Lyrics: | The man, who's escorting Don Juan to his bride
Knows he is courting an impudent pride
Think
of his jealousy, oh, where will he hide?
The man, who's escorting Don Juan to his bride
The
man, who will cover for Don Juan's old soothsayer
Films for a Warner brother or Mister
Goldwyn-Meyer
Think of his starlet, how much will he pay her?
The man, who will cover for
Don Juan's old soothsayer
An emphas has been reached with the teacher of the rich
To quit
would be discrete and swift
But you know that I can't do that
It would be a disaster
It
would be a disaster
I've got this sinking feeling, I'm not dreaming
We'll be sorry
soon
(Hahahahaha)
At the end of the day, when everyone's resigned
To the heart of the
matter and the measures in mind
King Zog's back from holiday, Mary Lupescu's grey
And King
Alexander is dead in Marseille
An emphas has been reached with the teacher of the rich,
To
quit would be discrete and swift
But you know that I can't do that
It would be a
disaster
It would be a disaster
I've got this sinking feeling, I'm not dreaming
We'll be
sorry soon.
(Hahahahaha) |
