Letras de The One That Got Away

The gigolo′s jumping salty
Ain't no trade out on the streets
Half past the unlucky
And the hawk′s a front row seat
Dressed in full orchestration
Stage door Johnny's got to pay
And send him home and talkin'
About the one that got away

Could have been on easy street
Could have been a wheel
With irons in the fire
And all them business deals
But the last of the big time losers
Shouted before he drove away
I′ll be right back as soon as I crack
The one that got away

The ambulance drivers they don′t give a shit
They just want to get off work
The short stop and the victim
Already gone berserk
And the shroud tailor measures him
For a deep six holiday
The stiff is froze
The case is closed
On the one that got away

Now Jim Crow's directing traffic
With them cemetery blues
With them peculiar looking trousers
Them old Italian shoes
And the wooden kimono was all ready
To drop in San Francisco Bay
But he′s mumbling something
All about the one that got away

Costello was the champion
At the St. Moritz Hotel
And the best this side of Fairfax
Reliable sources tell
But his reputation is at large
And he's at Ben Frank′s every day
Waiting for the one that got away

He got a snake skin sport shirt
And he looks like Vincent Price
With a little piece of chicken
And he's carving off a slice
Someone tipped her off
She′ll be doing the Houdini now any day
She shook his hustle
The Greyhound bus will take
The one that got away

Andre's at the piano behind
The Ivar in the sewers
With a buck a shot for pop tunes
And a fin for guided tours
He could have been in Casablanca
He stood in line out there all day
Now he's spilling whiskey and learning songs
About the one that got away

Well I′ve lost my equilibrium
And my car keys and my pride
The tattoo parlor′s warm
And so I hustle there inside
And the grinding of the buzz saw
What you want that thing to say?
I says, "Don't misspell her name
Buddy, she′s the one that got away."