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I was walking barefoot on |
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St. Paul's bridge |
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When I saw a man talking to |
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God He was round and handsome |
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Anachronistically |
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A little odd |
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I overheard his conversation |
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He said, "I can't live in a world devoid of love." |
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And the voice, the voice was so familiar |
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It was the voice of |
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Peter Ustinov "Peter," |
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I whispered from the shadows "We've all been damaged by the 20th century A man like you can talk to God But can you spare a word for me? For I have loved you since the time I saw you in 'The Mouse that Roared'." "That was Peter Sellers, my dear. Go away," he implored |
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Chorus: "See, I used to be Ustinov But used to's no good enough for me See, I used to be Ustinov But used to's not good enough for me." |
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The I blurted out "Quo Vadis" "Topkapi," ooh yeah "Evil Under The Sun." |
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He waved his hand, "It's too late for that. As you said, the damage has been done." |
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Then he lifted his body up |
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To throw himself to a watery grave "Peter," |
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I yelled "What about 'Billy Budd' The innocent no one could save?" (Repeat chorus) "So tell me what you're dying for Have you been so disrespected?" |
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He winked at me and said, "'Billy Budd.' I wrote, starred, and directed." |
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Then he bowed and kissed my hand |
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And said, "What was I thinking of?" |
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And walked away into the night |
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The night |
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I saved Peter |
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Ustinov "You used to be Ustinov But used to's still good enough for me You used to be Ustinov But used to's still good enough for me." |
