I got a phone call today from Mr. Nice He has oftened called...once or
twice He's on stage in town asked me to come down I was five minutes late
I had to pop by the gates I stood at the side and I listened and I
tried To imagine a life that gave him that smile An audience where that
reads on the bill A man that made his millions smugglin' for
thrills
(Kelly Jones type "Ohh"ing)
Master of skies and
masters degrees Who's goal in life is to set what grows free I would
drink and smoke while some think it's a joke When someone's in pain, you
can't take up a string And I like stories told and well 'til I'm old Are
the ones growing up are going to love what we know Is it going to fast, am I
living in the past? Do we think anymore? Or live behind closed
doors?
(More Kelly Jones "Ohh"ing)
There's something
about a man on a stage That'll make you listen and think "I want to
come back again" And so Mr. Nice there it is. I'm glad you called, I
had me a ball
(What is next you ask? Kelly Jones "Ohh"ing of
course)