Thomas: My sweet satin baby, two tickets are waiting We’ll toast on the coast far from this town
Constance: Tonight when all the lights hit the ballroom And the shakers and the quakers twirl round And one of them conceals a small case we’ve been hired to steal Tonight when the heist goes down
Our client this time pays a pretty pocket (Thomas: I’ll be there watching) At last we can afford to skip town (Thomas: and pouring drinks if trouble brews) Tomorrow don’t you know to the Tusian Coast we’ll go After tonight when the heist goes down
My sweet satin baby, two tickets are waiting We’ll toast on the coast far from this town