Dirty Rotten Number Songtext
von David Yazbek

(Lawrence)You may be master of your chosen
occupation
With several strings of polo ponies
in your stable,
You must remember all the same, that at the crux of every game
is knowing when it′s time to leave
the table

And it's important to be artful in your exit
No turning back, you must accept the con is done
But now and then, you might recall
The moments when you had it all
You had the charm, you had the talent,
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 every chapter has to end you must agree
It was a joy! It was sublime!
A splendid way to earn a dime!
For a dirty rotten guy like me


When you look on all your conquests, and deceptions
You see a thousand flawless pearls set in a strand
Laid out from Biarritz to Rome
Each one as perfect, as poem
An opus to be proud of
Though it's 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
A dirty rotten guy like you
(Freddy) It′s almost a religion,
The need to take a pigeon
And to play your part with elegence and zest,
But when it's to fold the act,
And your duffel bag is packed
Take comfort in the fact,
That you been working with the best

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
(L) Ah Freddy, You′ve got the verve
(F) You got the guts
(L) You got the nerve (F) You got the nuts!
(L) I guess we're dirty rotten crooks (Overlapping: We′re dirty rotten schnooks)
(L) Dirty Rotten (OH!) Guys

(Both) It was a trip! It was a blast!
And it's a shame it couldn't last!
′Cause it was almost, too prodigous to discuss!
(L) So we got screwed for 50 grand!
(F) I think we still deserve a ha-a-and!
(Both) Dirty! Rotten! Guys!

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