A Man of Magnanimous Soul
A man of magnanimous soul
Wakes up in the morning, sighs
Parts the curtains, picks up a call
Which is a bit unwise
Mephistopheles calls for a lunch
Somewhere in the Regent street
Sorry I’m in a time crunch
The man says, but thanks for the treat
I don’t think that I can afford
To accept your invitation, sir
It’s a day late and a dollar short
So bye-bye, little devil, adieu
Then a man of magnanimous soul
Stops the call, and feels rather sad
His woman appears, asks what’s going on
Nothing special, he says, I’ve gone mad.
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