作曲 : Frodahl
  Well he’s the son of a con man. 
 And his boots have traveled the land for substance. 
 He wouldn’t give me a word about it but I witnessed… 
 
 He was, he felt, the saddest man in the world. 
 He searched the land for self-respect. 
 But his hands kept pulling their tricks despite him ‘til he became a con man too. 
 
 And he wore a pink carnation, and drank pink champagne. 
 Saddled up and joined in the game. 
 it’s a mad world, a sad world, and I’ve traveled… 
 it’s a nice watch, don’t you think? 
 
 Well I believed the liar 'cause I didn’t have the heart to break his thin, thin smile. 
 Or to tell him to gold on the watches he stole was plated.