My Swashbuckling Days are Over

Bobby puts a suitcase into a car
Waving to his wife, try not to think too hard
On the train to town he smokes an old cigar
And sleeps

Bobby's wife's named Bobby and she will cry
As she serves the meatloaf cause it's bone dry
Turns on HSN as Esteban plays
My Way
My Way

In a dark hotel room he gets undressed
Lays his dog-earred black book out on the desk
On the wall a painting of an old farmhouse
That would look so quaint
Any other day
Any other day
Any other day

Bobby's in a boardroom with pairs of teeth
That'd tear the skin off his bones and watch him bleed
Then drag his torn remains out into the street
And parade

Bobby's on a bender that lasts a week
And when he sees the pigeons out on the street
He gets down on his knees and begins to weep
And weep
And weep

In a dark hotel room he gets undressed
Lays his dog-earred black book out on the desk
On the wall a painting of an old farmhouse
That would look so quaint
Any other day
Any other day
Any other day

When Accounts gets a load I don't know where I will go
When Accounts gets a load I don't know where I will go
When Accounts gets a load I don't know where I will go
When Accounts gets a load I don't know where I will go