SONG: Dirty Rotten Number
ARTIST: David Yazbek
From the musical, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
Intro:
You may be master of
Your chosen occupation
With several strings of
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Polo ponies in your stable
You must remember all the same
That at the crux of every game
Is knowing when it s time
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To leave the table.
And it s important to be artful
in your exit
No turning back, you must accept
the con is done,
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But now and then, you might recall
The moments when you had it all
You had the charm,
You had the talent
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And, my God, you had some fun.
It was a ball, it was a blast
And it s a shame it couldn t last,
But ev ry chapter has to end,
You must agree.
It was a joy, it was sublime,
A splendid way to earn a dime
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For a dirty rotten guy like
me.
When you look back on all your
conquests and deceptions
You see a thousand flawless pearls
set in a strand,
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Laid out from Biarritz to Rome,
Each one as perfect as a poem
An opus to be proud of though it s
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written in the sand.
It was a ball, it was a thrill,
You had the grace, you had the skill
To know exactly what to say
And what to do.
You wouldn t trade a single day
Or have it any other way
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A dirty rotten guy like
me.
It s almost a religion
The need to take a pigeon
And to play your part
With elegance and zest
But when it s time to fold the act
And your duffel bag is packed
Take comfort in the fact
That you ve been
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working with the best.
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It was a blast, it was a ball
It was a gas, I loved it all
Cause I was hanging with the man
And that s a plus.
You ve got the verve
You ve got the guts
You ve go the nerve
You ve got the nuts!
I guess we re dirty rotten crooks,
Dirty rotten shnooks
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Dirty rotten guys
Oh
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It was a trip, it was a blast
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It was a shame it couldn t lsat
Cause it was almost
Too prodigious to discuss.
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So we got screwed for fifty grand
I think we still deserve a hand
Dirty
Rotten
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Guys
Like us!
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