as each of us sipped his own beer
somewhere there’s a magician
and he’s waiting for me, I don’t know why
but he’s waiting, and all I gotta do
is find him, just find him
he’s waiting, don’t ya see, to bless me
say some kinda magic spiel
that turns all this around
so instead of stepping in doggy-doo
and stumbling over a beer bottle
someone will hand me a flute of champagne
and one of those honeys, you know
taller and skinnier than anyone on this dance floor
will cozy up against me and lead me to a stash of bills
to fill my pockets from and share with her
the most expensive joint in town
and think about it, all I have to do is find him
he stood and unwadded dollar bills to pay his tab
good luck, I said as he headed for the door
don’t need it, he denied
all I gotta do is find him
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