The Bastard and The Tramp

He and I, we were introduced by a common friend named Alfie

It could’ve been 1952

At L.A.’s hot place Mocambo

I put on my lipstick

A bit over the edge

I said “yes, I’m pretty,

but my morals stink”

He’s a bastard and I’m a tramp

We’re drunk and shootin’ guns in swing, swing land

He’s a bastard and I’m a tramp

Sometimes it’s the other way around

As well

He had the most intense of stares

That I have ever encountered

He put down his cigarette

And he took on staring at me

Without taking notice of anyone else

He said across the table

“You and I will do great things”

He’s a bastard and I’m a tramp

We’re drunk and shootin’ guns in swing, swing land

He grabbed me like I was a rag doll and pushed me to the dance floor

He had a wife and I had a date

But we couldn’t keep our hands off

Drunk drivin’ to the horizon

We passed the bottle ’til we got to Idaho

He’s a bastard and I’m a tramp

We’re drunk and shootin’ guns

In swing swing land

He’s a bastard and I’m a tramp

Sometimes it’s the other way around

Around, around, around, around