The gigolo's jumpin salty Ain't no trade out on the streets Half past the unlucky And the hawk's a front-row seat Dressed in full orchestration Stage door Johnny’s got to pay And sent him home Talking bout the one that got away Could’ve been on easy street Could’ve been a wheel With irons in the fire And all them business deals But the last of the big-time losers Shouted before he drove away I'll be right back as soon as I crack The one that got away The ambulance drivers, they don't give a **** They just want to get off work And the short stop and the victim Have already gone berserk And the shroud-tailor measures him For a deep-six holiday The stiff is froze, the case is closed On the one that got away Jim Crow's directing traffic With them cemetery blues With them peculiar looking trousers Them old Italian shoes The wooden kimona was all ready To drop in San Francisco Bay But he's mumbling something All about the one that got away Costello was the champion At the St. Moritz Hotel And the best this side of Fairfax Reliable sources tell But his reputation is at large And he's at Ben Frank's every day Waiting for the one that got away He's got a snake skin sportshirt, And he looks like Vincent Price With a little piece of chicken And he's carving off a slice But someone tipped her off She'll be doing a Houdini now, any day She shook his hustle And a Greyhound bus'll Take the one that got away Andre is at the piano Behind the Ivar in the sewers With a buck a shot for pop tunes And a fin for guided tours He could’ve been in Casablanca He stood in line out there all day But now he's spilling whiskey And learning songs about a one that got away Well I've lost my equilibrium My car keys and my pride Tattoo parlour's warm And so I huddle there inside And the grinding of the buzz saw Whatchuwanthathingtosay Just don't misspell her name Buddy, she's the one that got away
The gigolo's jumpin salty Ain't no trade out on the streets Half past the unlucky And the hawk's a front-row seat Dressed in full orchestration Stage door Johnny’s got to pay And sent him home Talking bout the one that got away Could’ve been on easy street Could’ve been a wheel With irons in the fire And all them business deals But the last of the big-time losers Shouted before he drove away I'll be right back as soon as I crack The one that got away The ambulance drivers, they don't give a **** They just want to get off work And the short stop and the victim Have already gone berserk And the shroud-tailor measures him For a deep-six holiday The stiff is froze, the case is closed On the one that got away Jim Crow's directing traffic With them cemetery blues With them peculiar looking trousers Them old Italian shoes The wooden kimona was all ready To drop in San Francisco Bay But he's mumbling something All about the one that got away Costello was the champion At the St. Moritz Hotel And the best this side of Fairfax Reliable sources tell But his reputation is at large And he's at Ben Frank's every day Waiting for the one that got away He's got a snake skin sportshirt, And he looks like Vincent Price With a little piece of chicken And he's carving off a slice But someone tipped her off She'll be doing a Houdini now, any day She shook his hustle And a Greyhound bus'll Take the one that got away Andre is at the piano Behind the Ivar in the sewers With a buck a shot for pop tunes And a fin for guided tours He could’ve been in Casablanca He stood in line out there all day But now he's spilling whiskey And learning songs about a one that got away Well I've lost my equilibrium My car keys and my pride Tattoo parlour's warm And so I huddle there inside And the grinding of the buzz saw Whatchuwanthathingtosay Just don't misspell her name Buddy, she's the one that got away
