O, one small thing
Push your neck veins bulbous and make those wires ring
That little voice has passed
But here's a body asked to last
Demanded by your ignorance
To carry on this stabbing step
And where did I come up with you
That lets me rest so far and few
But I will just commend the day
Your moves will court my corpse to stay
Here we're sharing this boat
One hull which threatens to crack
We have a good thing
Make those wires ring

Just keep playing, darling, keep on them keys
The customers ain't paying for you to rest yourself at ease
And stop moaning those tunes
There's no money in our run
There's no rhythm in your fall
There's none to dance to at all
In dripping make-up
In sloppy clothes
In faded beauty
In lonely throes

Next wave wash[ed] your pretty face
And keep in mind that Johnny Ace
Was drunk, was fucked, was not on stage
When he made that silly move he made
And only after once dead we
Adore him more, adore [?and dole?] that money
After when his corpse was cool
That ugly memorable fool -???
Who shot the Christmas spirit down
And lit a fame, that half-made clown
It's every day
It's here at work
That money comes
When glory bursts
[the rest gets hazy from here... though in my notes I've scribbled the conclusion as:]
Here we're shooting this boat
One hull which threatens to crack
We have a good thing
Make those wires ring