A Gentleman’s Gentleman Songtext
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A Gentleman’s Gentleman Songtext
(You see, the Duke′s mustache is like cordite
And his head is clean-shaven
And his neck is fucking bull-like
And his fingers are muscled and tight
The Duke is deluxe and delightful
And the lovers of him all say so
Before they leave and after they go, go!
And at the Duke's, eyes smile all the time
And the water and the wine flow all the time
And when the Duke talks he sounds like a mime
With his hands doing all the talking, all the talking
With his hands doing all the talking
With his hands doing all the-
With his hands doing all the-
With his hands doing all the talking
... that measure the years a dollar at a time
And there′s a lot of time
And money works over here like a cleaver
Cleaver, cleaver
Despite which the Duke draws nearer
And his corded arm draws you so you can hear a little clearer
As your free arm lifts up the beast and the burden
Like all of his men
While his hands do all the talking)
You see, the Duke's mustache is like cordite
And his head is clean-shaven
And his neck is fucking bull-like
And his fingers are muscled and tight
The Duke is deluxe and delightful
And the lovers of him all say so
Before they leave and after they go
And at the Duke's, eyes smile all the time
And the water and the wine flow all the time
And when the Duke talks he sounds like a mime
With his hands doing all the talking
And his head is clean-shaven
And his neck is fucking bull-like
And his fingers are muscled and tight
The Duke is deluxe and delightful
And the lovers of him all say so
Before they leave and after they go, go!
And at the Duke's, eyes smile all the time
And the water and the wine flow all the time
And when the Duke talks he sounds like a mime
With his hands doing all the talking, all the talking
With his hands doing all the talking
With his hands doing all the-
With his hands doing all the-
With his hands doing all the talking
... that measure the years a dollar at a time
And there′s a lot of time
And money works over here like a cleaver
Cleaver, cleaver
Despite which the Duke draws nearer
And his corded arm draws you so you can hear a little clearer
As your free arm lifts up the beast and the burden
Like all of his men
While his hands do all the talking)
You see, the Duke's mustache is like cordite
And his head is clean-shaven
And his neck is fucking bull-like
And his fingers are muscled and tight
The Duke is deluxe and delightful
And the lovers of him all say so
Before they leave and after they go
And at the Duke's, eyes smile all the time
And the water and the wine flow all the time
And when the Duke talks he sounds like a mime
With his hands doing all the talking
Writer(s): Eugene S. Robinson, Niko Wenner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com