作曲 : John Dempsey/Dana P. Rowe
 Cal: You've got to see thing my way, Uncle Grahame - it helps.
 How can I convince you?
 Can you ever be persuaded
 Or be made
 To understand?
 Look, it keeps me focused
 Helps me sense the competition
 Gives me... dare I say?
 The upper hand?
 To use your words...
 How can I describe it?
 Could I ever do it justice?
 Make you know
 How I feel?
 How the heart starts beating faster
 Till the limbs grow warm and steady
 Red as fire
 Hard as steel
 There...
 Hard as steel
 And there...
 Hard as steel
 And there...
 Is there something wrong, Uncle Grahame?
 Grahame:Mercy...
 Cal:What was that?
 Did I hear that word from you?
 You who used, who trained, restrained,
 Controlled me?
 Grahame:Mercy...
 Cal:So it was
 Well, this changes thing, you know
 Weren't you, after all
 The one who told me -
 "Keep 'em jumping right on cue
 Your clientele?"
 "See that things progress as planned?"
 "Make 'em lift their eyes to you?"
 You taught me well
 "Gotta keep the upper hand!"
 Grahame and Cal:And it's a journey all too quick
 From the golden boy to the old and sick
 From the luminary to the lunatic
 And the diff'rence is
 You surely under -
 Cal:Sweet Jesus, how you understand -
 Grahame and Cal:The upper hand
 Grahame:That's the game...
 Cal:How absurd...
 Grahame:What a shame...
 Cal:Yes, "shame"'s the word...
 Make 'em lift their eyes to you...
 Now, don't tell mother...