I’m sorry, Gwen, but I refuse
To pen a lyric or a tune
To your request after pondering
How sad it is that you assume
We don’t take pride in what we do
That we’re a shell of what we ought to be
But when you peel away to what’s behind the stage
You’ll find our smiles are fake
Just painted on that way
Bet you didn’t think it much
To get one more laugh at us
Pay me just to play your fool
When I see you
I’m sorry, Gwen, but then again
I can’t sell out my two best friends
Cuz they mean more than you could ever know
It’s really none of your business
Where they decide to rest their heads
Out in the cold
Or on the neck of someone beautiful
Another Saturday, another show to play
The audience awaits
For another pound of flesh to take away
Bet you didn’t think it much
To get one more laugh at us
Pay me just to play your fool
When I see you
Just another song we know
Just another Vaudeville show
Just another thing to do
When I see you
Cuz all the world’s a stage
And we are the parts we play
And the strangest thing is
No one will find this humorous
Except you
The greatest thing I ever thought I could do
Was to get one leg up on figuring you out