Trusting in the breeze I fed my way to this hotel Uh huh
The sundown on my spirits
Where the needles on the trees love hissing
At a king uncrowned Uh huh. As he founders toward the sound
Of the Big Band Lounge
Care to see me sway like a windshield wiper?
Then the big hand hits the six
That’s when they know I get hyper

In my wingtips, black sox, and diaper x3

Let the world sail on. I dont miss it, I dont care that its gone No, no
Like Robinson Caruso with cirrhosis up ahead
That cellar is full of Bandol red Uh huh
For a one time thoroughbred
But I guess I’m proud, proud to meet you death
Its time to pay the damned piper
And crush the cuban cigar out right on the kitsch ceramic tiger

In my wingtips, black sox, and diaper x3
Wingtips, black sox, diaper x2

I’ll throw down this cheerful boutonniere and swim out with the rip
To stop the echo down the hallway
Emptying time with faucet drips...

Till then its wingtips, black sox, and diaper...

In my wingtips and my black sox...
I see vapor trails
Ba ba ba
Bubbles in champagne