Your latest trick
All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
Prehistoric garbage trucks
Got the city to themselves
Echoes, roars and dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And all the taxis, and all the whores
Are only taking calls for cash
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Well now my door was standing open
Security was laid back and lax
My heart got broken
You got a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues on 12 bars down on Lover's Lane
You never did have the intellegence to use
The 12 keys hanging off my chain
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Now it's past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord finally paid us off
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
And we're standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left
I don't know how it happened
Faster than the eye could flick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Between the satin beaus and their belles
Prehistoric garbage trucks
Got the city to themselves
Echoes, roars and dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And all the taxis, and all the whores
Are only taking calls for cash
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Well now my door was standing open
Security was laid back and lax
My heart got broken
You got a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues on 12 bars down on Lover's Lane
You never did have the intellegence to use
The 12 keys hanging off my chain
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Now it's past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord finally paid us off
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
And we're standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left
I don't know how it happened
Faster than the eye could flick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
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Writer(s): Mark Knopfler
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