| I could really show you around |
| I could ball you out of the lost and found |
| I can tell you’re big city bound |
| By the way you came off the Greyhound |
| I could really show you around |
| I could dress you up and then |
| We could live it down |
| You could be surrounded by luxury |
| If you leave it up to me |
| And after all |
| What have you got to lose |
| I’ve got it all |
| So how can you refuse |
| And after all the things I’ll do for you |
| All you have to do is let me take you home |
| I could sweep you up in a flash |
| I’ll make you forget that you’re short of cash |
| Think of all the parties we’ll crash |
| With all the high class and all the trash |
| I could really show you around |
| I could buy the brushes and we could paint the town |
| From the underground to the penthouse floor |
| Cause my name can open doors |
| And after all |
| We have you got to lose |
| You’ve got it all |
| And all I’ve got’s the blues |
| And after all the things I’ll do for you |
| All you have to do is let me take you home |
| Calla lillies, cognac and Cadillacs |
| Caviar and coke and a charge at Sak’s |
| Breakfast in my bed when you wake up at noon |
| Trips to the island, trips to the moon. |