A Madman From Manhattan

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 his 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 remove

Sneaking around on the grounds that you know that you can't prove

A thing to a judge and a jury

And then of course an angel comes to him and sings, she

Swims under the 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 con men 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 this cat was not like this or that

But that which was aptly named for a man

Whose plan is a dime and 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 breakthrough