| There was a time when I saw myself a flood-lit figure on the stage
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| The Metropolitan Opera, the Daily Critic’s latest rage
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| But my voice went through a change about the same time as my skin
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| Now the opera is gone and what is left is getting awfully thin
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| There was a time when I saw myself a superstar upon the stage
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| In someone’s rock and roll opera, but then my throat began to age
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| And I wound up working nights with afternoons when I’m awake
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| So I watch the daily dramas as my life becomes a coffee break
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| Here’s the story up to date:
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| Shirley’s found another mate
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| Though she’ll wind up with her husband in the end
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| But her husband’s got no life
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| He can’t make it with his wife
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| Though his secretary’s more than just his friend
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| It’s a day-to-day routine and I watch the TV screen
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| Letting Bob and Shirley live my life for me
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| It’s an opera made of soap using other people’s hope
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| And tomorrow’s show ain’t soon enough for me
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| There was a time when I saw myself a clean-cut cowboy on the screen
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| A spurs-and-saddle horse opera, but that’s a long-forgotten dream
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| So I watch Let’s Make a Deal and win the jackpot in my brain
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| Then it’s time to watch the show that’s got my cerebellum half insane
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| Here’s the story down to earth:
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| Shirley’s finally given birth
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| She’s been carrying the baby for a year
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| Though it don’t belong to Bob
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| Who’s been fired from his job as a surgeon
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| 'Cause he’s got this sudden fear
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| He can’t stand the sight of blood
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| Meanwhile Shirley’s mining Judd
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| Who’s the father of the kid but he won’t give
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| And tomorrow’s show will say what they left out yesterday
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| And that gives me one good reason I should live
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| Here’s the story in a shell:
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| Bobby’s mind is shot to hell
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| 'Cause he can’t recall his name or how he feels
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| He’s a lost amnesiac
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| While his wife is in the back of her station wagon notching up her heels
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| Meanwhile Bob’s assistant nurse has some poison in her purse
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| And she’s gonna slip into Shirley’s soup
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| Good old Judd thought up the scheme
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| Good old Judd is Shirley’s dream
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| But old Judd don’t want to share her chicken coop
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| And the nurse would like to keep Shirley’s body six feet deep in her grave
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| And chase him to the Baltic Sea
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| For she sees herself his wife to poor Bob
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| Who’s found a life as a farmer since he lost his memory
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| So to give a resume:
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| Bobby’s bailing up the hay
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| While his wife is in the straw with Bill and Fred
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| But she don’t feel great inside
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| It’s that dose of cyanide that the nurse and Judd will feed her til she’s dead
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| There’s a baby who just grew fifteen years in only two
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| And she has her eyes on Judd who is her dad
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| But of course she can’t know that
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| She just knows just where it’s at
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| As her mother says, «It's good to be so glad.» |