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Here's the story of the incredible shrinking manOf a fatal disappointment met with a frozen margarita grinNow see him blink in time to the hour handA funny red nose, Rudolph jokes, memory failingIf you buy lottery tickets, you'll win somedayA pile of dead scratchers with the gold and silver scratched awayHe faces the manageress, he feels her bright disdainWatch as she yawns all the way through his final sceneShe makes it clear, my dear, in no way does she wish him illShe says there's no justice, there's just this billIf you buy lottery tickets, you'll win somedayA pile of dead scratchers with the gold and silver scratched awayAnd your horseshoe wreath, it'll surely bloomIf you wait in the hotel bar all afternoonIf you wait in the hotel bar all afternoonTen years at the Columbia HotelFor that, you should be a fabulous prizeLike a lifetime room for a life that slipped awayA place to hide the asphalt and tarmac in his eyesIf you buy lottery tickets you'll win one dayA pile of dead scratchers with the gold and silver scratched awayLetras de cancionesAnd your horseshoe wreath, it'll surely bloomIf you wait in the hotel bar all afternoonIf you wait in the hotel bar all afternoonYou'll see Ed McMahon and his gorgeous models emerge from the Columbia gloomWith many thanks for the life you lead and the joy you madeThey'll give you a wad of paper and, yes, all your favorite balloonsAnd make an overly long speech about how you never let the bastards kill your soulBut if you ever beat sun to the dawn, you pound on the walls of doomAnd everyday fight the vacuum? in a world without heroes like supermenJust shine like stars and cast no shadows across the roomAnd end up owning only a haystack, a needle, and a spoonThey say we pardon to the degree that we loveBut for most of us, love is only a part in a cartoonI know we pay for what we are, but let me please observeYou're a king, I know, I saw it written on your tombYou're a king, I know, I saw it written on your tomb From Letras Mania