Pretending to be
a Song Writer
(First stanza by
Buck Ram)
by Edmund Conti
Oh, yes, I’m
the great pretender
Pretending that I’m doing well
My need is such that I pretend too much
I’m lonely but no one can tell.
Oh yes, I’m the great bartender
Pretending I know what you drink
“The usual, Sir?” for your shot
and a beer
I’m here if you’ve need for a
shrink.
Oh yes, I’m the great defender
I’ll be there when things run amok.
In times of doom, I’ll be in my room.
Just knock, and then knock and then knock.
Oh yes, I’m 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, I’m the great spot-trender.
Trend-spotter, I guess what I mean.
I like to sing of the next big thing
That hasn’t been seen in Racine.
Oh yes, I’m the great cash lender.
Just come to me when you’re broke.
The twenty per cent will pay my
rent
And let you have just one more toke.
Oh yes, I’m the great ear-bender
I’ve many a tale to unfold.
Been there, done that, it’s where I’m
at.
Hey! Please don’t you put me Hold. |
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