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LAWRENCE

You may be master of

Your chosen occupation

With several strings of

Polo ponies in your stable-

ou must remember all the same

That at the crux of every game

Is knowing when it's time

To leave the table.



And it's important to be artful

in your exit-

No turning back, you must accept

the con is done,

But now and then, you might recall

The moments when you had it al-

You ahd teh charm,

You had the talent

And, my God, you hd some fun.



It was a ball, it was a blast

And it's a shame it couldn't last,

But every chapter has to end,

You must agree.

It was a joy, it was sublime,

A splendid way to earn a dime

For a dirty rotten guy like me.



When you look back on all your

conquests and deceptions

You see a thousand flawless pearls

set in a strand,

Laid out from Biarritz to Rome,

Each one as perfect as a poem-

An opus to be proud of though it's

written in the sand.



It was a ball, it was a thrill,

You had teh grace, you had the skill

To know exactly what to say

And what to do.

You wouldn't trade a single day

Or have it any other way-

A dirty rotten guy like you.



FREDDY

It's almost a religion-

The need to take a pigeon

And to play your part

With elegance and zest



But when it's time to fold the act

And your duffel bag is packed

Take comfort in the fact

That you've been

working with the best.



It was a blast, it was a ball

It was a gas, I loved it all

'Cause I was hanging with the man

And that's a plus.



LAWRENCE

Aw, Freddy.



You've got the verve



FREDDY

You've got the guts-



LAWRENCE

You've go the nerve-



FREDDY

You've got the nuts!



LAWRENCE

I guess we're



LAWRENCE/FREDDY

-Dirty rotten crooks, dirty rotten

shnooks-



It was a trip, it was a blast

It was a shame it couldn't lsat

'Cause it was almost

Too prodigious to discuss.



LAWRENCE

So we get screw for fifty-grand-



FREDDY

I think we still deserve a hand-



LAWRENCE/FREDDY

Dirty

Rotten

Guys-



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