beauty secrets

Nelson
Hand me my costume,
please wont you pass me mask . . . ?
I have appointments that I must keep with my past . . .
Bring on the cabaret, we can all have a laught . . .
Ive made the theatre of the absurd at last . . .
Drink up and lets go home,
The demon is on the phone . . .
Hes playing a dialing tone ,
So, drink up and lets go home . . .
Orchestrations of a different nature . . .
Arrangements that I made to end it all . . .
Yeras and years of love all turned to paper,
Dancing at the old musicians ball.
And these beauty secrets that Ive kept so long
Have slightly faded like my old blue jeans,
But read them now because before too long
They could fall apart at every seam . . .
Play me my music,
please wont you warm up the band . . . ?
Turn on the spotlight,
we can pretend theres a stage . . .
Ill be your hero only as long as Im paid.
Drink up and lets go home . . .
(Youre such a naughty boy . . .)
The demon is on the phone . . .
(Hes got a special toy . . .)
Hes playing a dialing tone . . .
(A thing to bring you joy . . .)
So, drink up and lets go home . . .
Lets go home . . .