Dress Rehearsal Rag

Lyrics for Dress Rehearsal Rag

It's called "Dress rehearsal rag" I got up sometime in the afternoon and I didn't feel like much I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy Where's your famous golden touch?" I thought you knew where all of the elephants lie down I thought you were the crown prince of all the wheels in Ivory Town Look at your body now, there's nothing much to save And a bitter voice in the mirror cries, "Hey prince, you need a shave" Now if you can manage to get your trembling fingers to behave Why don't you try unwrapping a stainless steel razor blade? That's right, it's come to this Yes, it's come to this And wasn't it a long way down? And wasn't it a strange way down? There's no hot water and the cold is running thin Well, what do you expect from the kind of places that you've been living in? Don't drink from that cup, it's all caked and cracked along the rim That's not the electric light, my friend, that is your vision that is dim Cover up your face with soap there, now you're Santa Claus And you've got a gift for anyone who will give you his applause I thought that you were a racing man, but you couldn't take the pace That's a funeral in the mirror and it's stopping at your face That's right, it's come to this Yes, it's come to this And wasn't it a long way down? And wasn't it a strange way down? Once there was a path and a girl with chestnut hair And you passed the summers picking all of the berries that grew there There were times she was a woman, there were times she was a child As you held her in the shadows where the raspberries grow wild And you climbed on the highest mountains and you sang about the view And everywhere that you wandered love went along with you That's a hard one to remember, it makes you clench your fist And then the veins stand out like highways, all along your wrist And then you know it's come to this Yes, it's come to this And wasn't it a long way down? And wasn't it a strange way down? You can still find a job, go out and talk to a friend On the back of every magazine there are those coupons you can send Why don't you join the Rosicrucians, they will give you back your hope You can find your love with diagrams in a plain brown envelope But you've used up all your coupons, yes, except the one that seems To be tattooed on to your arm along with several thousand dreams Now Santa Claus comes forward, that's a razor in his mit And he puts on his dark glasses and he shows you where to hit And then the cameras pan The stand in stunt man's dress rehearsal rag It's the dress rehearsal rag