When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity Funeral hearses court the death of virginity Was it paradise lost or paradise found? Did we gain respect or were we holding ground? You had found true love, or so you believed And the wide boys tattooed your hearts upon their sleeves
So when you think it's time to go When you think it's time to go Don't be surprised, the heroes never show
And the patter merchants selling false impressions Tipping eyes at the waitress with American expressions Tie angels to the bar with sweet Martini's and their charms They're lying on every word and every arm They're turning down their noses to the best lines And the cheap wines
And the wide boys They wear their love bites for their crimes