up at some beautiful money
with anybody here that disagreed
That we could get up from the table
I've bottled here as long as I can
I've taken my entertainment like a man
I'm all Greek with scissors,
flowers, and shaking hands
I'm just a name in a black book
At the back of your memory's
It's on the tip of your tongue, I'm sure
It must be good to know people
It must be good to be somebody
And the fastest of friends
The fastest of friends, I'm sure
The fastest of friends, I'm sure
Die here in our deck chairs,
surrounded by beautiful shoes
Or hide out and meet down,
down the bottom of a swimming pool
Climb the tower to the bell curve,
black cats and salt so clean
Or shoot our sharpened arrows
Cause I know no quicker way,
to the shiny gates of hell
I can think of nothing adorable to say
It's half past the hour, it looks like rain,
At the end of the yellow brick drive
On our backs, on the roof of the car
Watch the switchboard lighting up
And the fastest of friends
The fastest of friends, I'm sure
The fastest of friends, I'm sure
they won't let the ship go
I'll bet some beautiful money