Splendid

Why do I wile the day away
sad and glum?
Why do I hide my smile away
cold and numb?
As the light slowly slides away
there's relief
Time is nigh for my bow tie and cane,
game show teeth
so

I hop in a taxi
and sit in the backseat
looking all snazzy
and sipping champagne
I'm newly contented
'cause I'm feeling splendid

So call me Mr. Night Life
but please don't say it 'round my wife
I ain't got time for high strife
Sing and dance and be gay
Keep the daylight away

Maybe it's the way that I wear my hat
or maybe it's the scooby-doos in my scat
Fact of the matter is "I'm all that!"

I'm charming and dapper
but what is the capper
a talented tapper
with style and grace
I'm highly befriended
'cause I'm feeling splendid

So call me Mr. Night Life
but please don't say it 'round my wife
I ain't got time for high strife
Sing and dance and be gay
Keep the daylight away

Words and music © Mitch Friedman 1998

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