Big Shot
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Stanshall
I am the Big Shot.
You heard me right the first time, name of bachelor, Johnny Cool.
Occupation: big shot. Occupation at the moment: just having fun.
What a party that was, the drinks were loaded and so were the dolls.
I narrowed my eyes and poured a stiff Manhattan, then I saw... Hotsy.
What a dame, a big bountiful babe, in the region of 48-23-38. One hell of a region.
She had the hottest lips since Hiroshima, I had to stand back for fear of being burned.
"Whisky-wow-wow", I breathed; she was dressed as Biffo the Bear.
In that kind of outfit, she could get rolled at night...
And I don't mean on a crap table.
"It's kind of revealing, isn't it?"
"Revealing? It's positively risquΓ©, I like it."
She said, "You're the man of a thousand G's, right?"
"A thousand what?", I quipped,
"Why, G-man, girls, guns, guts... You're my type"
"Wrong, baby!", I slapped her hard, "I'm an L-man. Strictly liquor, love and laughs"
She stared over my shoulder. "Play it cool, Johnny."
"Play it what?", I flipped. "Listen, I fought my way up from tough East-Side New York. Lead-filled socks and sub-machine guns. Like this!"
She said, "Johnny this is a deadly game, have a few laughs and go home."
I shuddered. Normally I pack a rod in pyjamas; I carry nothing but scars from Normandy Beach.
I said, "Wrong, baby, you can't fool me."
She spat playfully. "I'm ahead of you, Johnny."
I studied the swell of her enormous boobs and said,
"Baby, you're so far ahead it's beautiful!"
"You, you are, you're eccentric, I like that."
"Electric, Cherie, bug off my rocket, tu comprends?" We spoke French fluently.
Our lips met again and again, "Yeah yeah yeah," I slobbered.
Hotsy said, "You're slobbering all over the seat, kid."
I went home, late. Very late.
What could I say to my wife? "Darling, I've been beaten up again"?
Let's face it, she's credulous as hell.
A punk stopped me on the street. He said, "You got a light, mac?"
I said, "No, but I've got a dark brown overcoat."
I am the Big Shot.
You heard me right the first time, name of bachelor, Johnny Cool.
Occupation: big shot. Occupation at the moment: just having fun.
What a party that was, the drinks were loaded and so were the dolls.
I narrowed my eyes and poured a stiff Manhattan, then I saw... Hotsy.
What a dame, a big bountiful babe, in the region of 48-23-38. One hell of a region.
She had the hottest lips since Hiroshima, I had to stand back for fear of being burned.
"Whisky-wow-wow", I breathed; she was dressed as Biffo the Bear.
In that kind of outfit, she could get rolled at night...
And I don't mean on a crap table.
"It's kind of revealing, isn't it?"
"Revealing? It's positively risquΓ©, I like it."
She said, "You're the man of a thousand G's, right?"
"A thousand what?", I quipped,
"Why, G-man, girls, guns, guts... You're my type"
"Wrong, baby!", I slapped her hard, "I'm an L-man. Strictly liquor, love and laughs"
She stared over my shoulder. "Play it cool, Johnny."
"Play it what?", I flipped. "Listen, I fought my way up from tough East-Side New York. Lead-filled socks and sub-machine guns. Like this!"
She said, "Johnny this is a deadly game, have a few laughs and go home."
I shuddered. Normally I pack a rod in pyjamas; I carry nothing but scars from Normandy Beach.
I said, "Wrong, baby, you can't fool me."
She spat playfully. "I'm ahead of you, Johnny."
I studied the swell of her enormous boobs and said,
"Baby, you're so far ahead it's beautiful!"
"You, you are, you're eccentric, I like that."
"Electric, Cherie, bug off my rocket, tu comprends?" We spoke French fluently.
Our lips met again and again, "Yeah yeah yeah," I slobbered.
Hotsy said, "You're slobbering all over the seat, kid."
I went home, late. Very late.
What could I say to my wife? "Darling, I've been beaten up again"?
Let's face it, she's credulous as hell.
A punk stopped me on the street. He said, "You got a light, mac?"
I said, "No, but I've got a dark brown overcoat."
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.24] Stanshall
[00:13.58] I am the Big Shot.
[00:18.03] You heard me right the first time, name of bachelor, Johnny Cool.
[00:21.62] Occupation: big shot. Occupation at the moment: just having fun.
[00:27.04] What a party that was, the drinks were loaded and so were the dolls.
[00:30.60] I narrowed my eyes and poured a stiff Manhattan, then I saw... Hotsy.
[00:35.19] What a dame, a big bountiful babe, in the region of 48-23-38. One hell of a region.
[00:42.37] She had the hottest lips since Hiroshima, I had to stand back for fear of being burned.
[00:48.62] "Whisky-wow-wow", I breathed; she was dressed as Biffo the Bear.
[00:54.13] In that kind of outfit, she could get rolled at night...
[00:58.62] And I don't mean on a crap table.
[01:05.81] "It's kind of revealing, isn't it?"
[01:07.69] "Revealing? It's positively risquΓ©, I like it."
[01:10.31] She said, "You're the man of a thousand G's, right?"
[01:13.93] "A thousand what?", I quipped,
[01:14.87] "Why, G-man, girls, guns, guts... You're my type"
[01:18.46] "Wrong, baby!", I slapped her hard, "I'm an L-man. Strictly liquor, love and laughs"
[01:23.02] She stared over my shoulder. "Play it cool, Johnny."
[01:26.62] "Play it what?", I flipped. "Listen, I fought my way up from tough East-Side New York. Lead-filled socks and sub-machine guns. Like this!"
[01:40.18] She said, "Johnny this is a deadly game, have a few laughs and go home."
[01:43.79] I shuddered. Normally I pack a rod in pyjamas; I carry nothing but scars from Normandy Beach.
[01:50.00] I said, "Wrong, baby, you can't fool me."
[01:52.73] She spat playfully. "I'm ahead of you, Johnny."
[01:55.46] I studied the swell of her enormous boobs and said,
[01:59.16] "Baby, you're so far ahead it's beautiful!"
[02:09.94]
[02:46.69] "You, you are, you're eccentric, I like that."
[02:50.22] "Electric, Cherie, bug off my rocket, tu comprends?" We spoke French fluently.
[02:55.68] Our lips met again and again, "Yeah yeah yeah," I slobbered.
[02:58.38] Hotsy said, "You're slobbering all over the seat, kid."
[03:01.96] I went home, late. Very late.
[03:04.73] What could I say to my wife? "Darling, I've been beaten up again"?
[03:09.23] Let's face it, she's credulous as hell.
[03:11.04] A punk stopped me on the street. He said, "You got a light, mac?"
[03:15.57] I said, "No, but I've got a dark brown overcoat."
[03:23.65]
[00:13.58] I am the Big Shot.
[00:18.03] You heard me right the first time, name of bachelor, Johnny Cool.
[00:21.62] Occupation: big shot. Occupation at the moment: just having fun.
[00:27.04] What a party that was, the drinks were loaded and so were the dolls.
[00:30.60] I narrowed my eyes and poured a stiff Manhattan, then I saw... Hotsy.
[00:35.19] What a dame, a big bountiful babe, in the region of 48-23-38. One hell of a region.
[00:42.37] She had the hottest lips since Hiroshima, I had to stand back for fear of being burned.
[00:48.62] "Whisky-wow-wow", I breathed; she was dressed as Biffo the Bear.
[00:54.13] In that kind of outfit, she could get rolled at night...
[00:58.62] And I don't mean on a crap table.
[01:05.81] "It's kind of revealing, isn't it?"
[01:07.69] "Revealing? It's positively risquΓ©, I like it."
[01:10.31] She said, "You're the man of a thousand G's, right?"
[01:13.93] "A thousand what?", I quipped,
[01:14.87] "Why, G-man, girls, guns, guts... You're my type"
[01:18.46] "Wrong, baby!", I slapped her hard, "I'm an L-man. Strictly liquor, love and laughs"
[01:23.02] She stared over my shoulder. "Play it cool, Johnny."
[01:26.62] "Play it what?", I flipped. "Listen, I fought my way up from tough East-Side New York. Lead-filled socks and sub-machine guns. Like this!"
[01:40.18] She said, "Johnny this is a deadly game, have a few laughs and go home."
[01:43.79] I shuddered. Normally I pack a rod in pyjamas; I carry nothing but scars from Normandy Beach.
[01:50.00] I said, "Wrong, baby, you can't fool me."
[01:52.73] She spat playfully. "I'm ahead of you, Johnny."
[01:55.46] I studied the swell of her enormous boobs and said,
[01:59.16] "Baby, you're so far ahead it's beautiful!"
[02:09.94]
[02:46.69] "You, you are, you're eccentric, I like that."
[02:50.22] "Electric, Cherie, bug off my rocket, tu comprends?" We spoke French fluently.
[02:55.68] Our lips met again and again, "Yeah yeah yeah," I slobbered.
[02:58.38] Hotsy said, "You're slobbering all over the seat, kid."
[03:01.96] I went home, late. Very late.
[03:04.73] What could I say to my wife? "Darling, I've been beaten up again"?
[03:09.23] Let's face it, she's credulous as hell.
[03:11.04] A punk stopped me on the street. He said, "You got a light, mac?"
[03:15.57] I said, "No, but I've got a dark brown overcoat."
[03:23.65]