Pretending to be
a Song Writer
(First stanza by
by Edmund Conti
|Oh, yes, Im
the great pretender
Pretending that Im doing well
My need is such that I pretend too much
Im lonely but no one can tell.
Oh yes, Im the great bartender
Pretending I know what you drink
The usual, Sir? for your shot
and a beer
Im here if youve need for a
Oh yes, Im the great defender
Ill be there when things run amok.
In times of doom, Ill be in my room.
Just knock, and then knock and then knock.
Oh yes, Im the big time spender
Why settle for less than the best?
An iPhone-8? Why hesitate?
I want it with all of the rest.
Oh yes, Im the great spot-trender.
Trend-spotter, I guess what I mean.
I like to sing of the next big thing
That hasnt been seen in Racine.
Oh yes, Im the great cash lender.
Just come to me when youre broke.
The twenty per cent will pay my
And let you have just one more toke.
Oh yes, Im the great ear-bender
Ive many a tale to unfold.
Been there, done that, its where Im
Hey! Please dont you put me Hold.