cubistpoet

He's a serious Mister
shake his hand and he'll
twist your arm
with monopoly money
we'll be buying the funny farm


So I'll do flips,
and get paid in chips
from a diamond as big as the Ritz-
then I'm calling it quits
calling it quits


Eyes the color of candy
lies to cover the handicap
though your slippers are ruby
you'll be led to the booby trap


And there's no prize
just a smaller size
so I'm wearing the shoe 'til it fits -
then I'm calling it quits
calling it quits


Now he's numbering himself
among the masterminds
cuase he's hit upon the leverage
of valentines
lifting dialogue from
Judy Garland story lines
where get tough girls turn into
goldmines


Bot oh, those polaroid babies
taking chances with rabies
happy to tear me to bits -
well, I'm calling it quits
yes I'm calling it quits.