Shy guy

The hiballs were hittin me

like King Crochea in the ninth round

Pulled out my glass eye

in front of the MacGuire sisters

backstage at the Sands

Those girls screamed bloody hell

when I put it down next to her hand man!

I was on my way from las vegas

to la With a headfull of dreams,

vermouth and big plans I know

i haven't been spending quality time

with the rabbi, now have i?

But i gotta give love to the cat upstairs

Passing by the temple bethamuna

i raise my glass from the back seat

of the limousine in cheers

I spent a small fortune which seemed

more important on dames,

cocktails and leisure wear

I'm a shy guy no lie,

an apple pie guy my my.

I'd like to kiss those lips a thousand times.

I've been in more hotels than the holy bible

Living on champagne and brie and grackers for survival

Out twice a night rockin the mic to earn my heavyweight title

Out to get as high as the Eifel tower

Played weddings bat-mitzvahs and even baby showers

Come on honey blow out the candles

I got business to handle

I'll be back to the club love

I got another set in an hour

Out her hustling for a little something

Keep the drinks pouring and my chevrolet running

My honey looking stunning,

Living extravagant Master of ceremonies,

handing out trophies at the beauty pagent

You'd think he slept in his tuxedo

Only one time it was in the parking lot in Reno

Oh Hell, I can't afford a hotel cause

They emptied my pockets down at the casing

Hey, I lost my shirt. But sometimes

I walk away in a new suit In life's little crap shoot.