There's a madman from Manhattan There with a man's hat and a floor mat made of satin But this cat was not like this or that But that which was aptly named for a man whose plan is a dime in a can downstairs for a dollar If he can win the time with a dame He ain't ashamed to holler
Catch a train with the name of an alphabet letter Had the brains to remain with the dame right up until he let her think she was just on the brink of a breakthrough Just on the brink of a breakthrough But this dime in her can in the sink is enough to just make you think that it all comes down to the trust that is covered in rust that you can't rеmove Sticking around on the grounds that you know that you can't prove A thing to a judgе and a jury
And then of course an angel comes to him and sings She swims under whiskey with her wings And from the inside of a bottle with a shaft of light She tells him with a song that it is not right
It's not right, it's not right It's not right now, it's wrong But he does not listen to her for long
He says madmen aren't born, they're cultivated Conned by the conmen in the world the marks created And then he cons himself He tricks himself into thinking that he is right
It's not right, it's not right It's not right now, it's wrong But then he forgets to put it in a song
There's a madman from Manhattan There with a man's hat and a floor mat made of satin But the cat was not like this or that But that which was aptly named for a man whose plan is a dime in a can downstairs for a dollar
Catch a train with the name of an alphabet letter Had the brains to remain with the dame right up until he let her think she was just on the brink of a breakthrough Just on the brink of a breakthrough Just on the brink of a breakthroughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
