Trusting in the breezenI fled my way to this hotel, uh-huhnThe sun down on my spiritsnWhere the needles of the treesnLove hissing at a king uncrowned, uh-huhnnAnd he flounders towards the sound of the big band lounge,nCare to see me swaynLike a windshield wiper?nThen the big hand hits the six,nThat's when they know I get hyper.nnIn my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.nIn my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.nIn my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.nIn my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.nnLet the world sail on.nI don't miss it, I don't care that it's gone. No, nonLike Robinson Crusoe with cirrhosis up aheadnThat cellar's full of Bandol red, uh-huhnnFor a one-time thoroughbred, but I guess I'm proud,nProud to meet you, Death nIt's time to pay the damned piper,nAnd crush the Cuban cigar out right on the kitsch ceramic tigernnIn my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.nIn my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.nIn my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.nIn my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.nnWingtips, black socks, diaper.nWingtips, black socks, diaper.nnI'll throw down this cheerful boutonnière and swim out with the ripnTo stop the echo down the hallway emptying time with faucet drips...nnTil then it's wingtips, black socks, and diaper.nIn my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.nIn my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.nIn my wingtips and my black socks...nnI see vapor trails...nnBub-bub-bub-bub-bub-bub...nnBubbles in champagne...