Текст песни
The man who's escorting
Don Juan to his bride
knows he is courting
an impudent pride
Think of his jealousy,
oh where will he hide?
The man who's escorting
Don Juan to his bride
The man who will cover
for Don Juan's old soothsayer
films for a Warner brother
or Mister Goldwyn-Mayer
Think of his starlet,
how much will he pay her?
The man who will cover
for Don Juan's old soothsayer
An impasse has been reached
with the teacher of the rich
To quit would be discreet if swift
but you know that I can't do that
It would be a disaster
It would be a disaster
I've got this sinking feeling
I'm not dreaming
We'll be sorry soon
At the end of the day
when everyone's resigned
to the heart of the matter
and the measures in mind
King Zog's back from holiday,
Marie Lupescu's grey
and King Alexander is
dead in Marseilles
An impasse has been reached
with the teacher of the rich
To quit would be discreet if swift
but you know that I can't do that
It would be a disaster
It would be a disaster
I've got this sinking feeling
I'm not dreaming
We'll be sorry soon
