WINNERS, LOSERS, BEGGARS, CHOOSERS

He was reading Playboy
He was thinking that today, boy, he would try to change his pattern;
Step up on the ladder of success (maybe buy some new clothes)
She was in a hotel lobby
Making money was no hobby
Waiting for her sugar daddy, she would try to make him happy
(heaven knows, she could use new clothes)
Subways full of loners, with their guitars and their Hohners
Singing songs of pacification 'til the police kick em out of the Metro Station (for disturbing the peace)
I was sleeping in a hotel
I was dreaming about a motel
I was somewhere in the heartland;
Gonna make a brand new start man;
All I need is a Mustang coupe.

And there were Winners, Losers, Beggars dying to be Choosers
I can't stop it, but give me strength I'll rock it (rock it)

Looking in the mirror, everything was so much clearer
His hairline was receding but tonight he would be eating fine food (and drinking fine wine)
He had a slight hangover; when she arrived it was over
He opened the window a crack
He told her of his father's heart attack (still brought a tear to his eye)
But, as he talked, she said, "You lost me... Could you order me some coffee?
I'm confused about your marriage and your wife and the baby carriage
He said, "That's the way things go.
And the taxis were lined up, the guest lists were signed up with the promise of the evening
Her perfume was teasing and strong
And she felt nothing at all.

And there were Winners, Losers, Beggars dying to be Choosers
I can't stop it, but give me strength let me rock it (rock it)

Later in the deli, she said, "Don't you dare sell me shorter than you
I'm only making ends meet all the time."
He said, "I know what you mean.
She said, "Why don't you play your guitar?"
He said, "My place ain't far; we'll discuss politics..."
But all they heard was the was the way the clock would tick, (the way time stood still)

"Have you ever been to Venice? You know I could take us...I need to get away...I need..."
And than she started to cry
He said, "You don't need to say nothing."
And the gondolas, they were lined up
The Grand Canal was shined up.
They were sipping cappuccino and the pigeons flew in harmony and he smiled and said, "This is something!"
And there were Winners, Losers, Beggars dying to be Choosers
I can't stop it, but give me strength let me rock it (rock it)