Hurry up, get along, be on your way And make sure that your certain It's not the wrong day Punctual people are lost in their plight To become unprecedented when they arrive Why am I searching and when will I know? Are the years that I've waited with nothing to show? I'm ready to listen I'm ready to win But I can't wait much longer before we begin Time waits for no-one Time waits for no-one no-one, no-one There's time to conceive in and time to expire Though the time 'twixt the two tells the tale that transpires so why must we continually disturb the universe With decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse So people don't worry 'bout where you've gone wrong cause you know if you hurry it takes twice as long Relax and forget about what's to be done, it's time to have fun Time waits for no-one Time waits for no-one It really doesn't matter much to me I know the best times are timeless, you'll see...

Hell above and Heaven below All the trees are gone The rain made such a lovely sound To those who are six feet under ground The leaves will bury every year And no one knows I'm gone Live me golden tell me dark Hide from Graveyard John The moon is full here every night And I can bathe here in his light The leaves will bury every year And no one knows I'm gone

Well, the gigolo's jumpin' 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 sent him home Talking 'bout the one that got away Well, could've been on Easy Street Could've 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 And 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 a 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's 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 But someone tipped her off She'll be doing a Houdini now any day She shook his hustle A Greyhound bus'll take the one that got away Andre is 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've 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 say, "Just don't misspell her name Buddy, she's the one that got away"