Tekst piosenki
Got a phone call today from Mr. Nice,He's often 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 gate,I stood at the side, and I listened and I tried,To imagine the life, that gave him that smile,"An audience with" it reads on the bill,A man that made his millions, smuggling for thrills Master of disguise and masters degrees,Who's goal in life, to set what grows free,I have a drink and a smoke, and some think its a jokeand summon some pain, they can't take up the strain And I like stories told, and will 'till I'm old,All the one's growing up, are gonna love what we've known,Is it going to fast? am I living in the past?Do we think anymore? or live behind our closed doors?There's something about a man on a stage,To make you listen and think 'I wanna come back again'So Mr. Nice stared, it is,I'm glad you called, I had me a ball.
