Beauty Secrets - Be Bop Deluxe

Hand me my costume

Please won’t you pass me mask.

.. ?

I have appointments that I must keep with my past.

Bring on the cabaret, we can all have a laught.

I’ve made the theatre of the absurd at last.

Drink up and let’s go home

The demon is on the phone.

He’s playing a dialing tone

So, drink up and let’s go home.

Orchestrations of a different nature.

Arrangements that I made to end it all.

Yeras and years of love all turned to paper

Dancing at the old musician’s ball

And these beauty secrets that I’ve kept so long

Have slightly faded like my old blue jeans

But read them now because before too long

They could fall apart at every seam.

Play me my music

Please won’t you warm up the band.

.. ?

Turn on the spotlight

We can pretend there’s a stage.

I’ll be your hero only as long as I’m paid

Drink up and let’s go home.

(You're such a naughty boy. . .)

The demon is on the phone.

(He's got a special toy. . .)

He’s playing a dialing tone.

(A thing to bring you joy. . .)

So, drink up and let’s go home.

Let’s go home.