The jigolos jumpin salty Aint no trade out on the streets Half past the unlucky And the hawks a front row seat Dressed in full orchestration Stage door johnnys got to pay And send 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 Ill be right back as soon as I crack The one that got away The ambulance drivers dont 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 Crows directing traffic With them cemetery blues With those peculiar looking trousers And them old Italian shoes The wooden kimona was all ready To drop in San Francisco bay But now hes 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 hes at Ben Franks every day Waiting for the one that got away Hes got a snake skin sportshirt And he looks like Vincent Price With a little piece of chicken And hes carving off a slice But someone tipped her off Shell be doing a Houdini now any day She shook his hustle The Greyhound busll 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 hes spilling whiskey And learning songs about the one that got away Well Ive lost my equilibrium My car keys and my pride Tattoo parlors warm And so I huddle there inside The grinding of the buzzsaw Whatchuwanthathingtosay Just dont misspell her name Buddy shes the one that got away
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