I once would receive invitations
For cocktails on top of the Ritz
I'd take without hesitation
All of the glamour and glitz
But I'll let you in on a secret
Diamonds are just little rocks
At broad daylight
They sparkle so bright
There's not much to see in the dark
I once had a vintage Ferrari
Gave it to Jean-Luc Godard
Crossed many seas on a hot air balloon
To spoonfeed the lions caviar
I soon developed an interest
To come home and kick off my shoes
Crank up my old Victroller
'Cause there's nothing like feeling the blues
Nothing can ease the heartache
From that boy going away
The Ritz is no fun at a table for one
It's all folly and phony I'd say
I've meditated with Ghandi
Then sailed to Bali for an afternoon swim
Still couldn't shake off the longing
For one more tomorrow with him
So I'll drink a toast to the memories
Of all that we used to be
All that I have are these daydreams
Until he comes back to me
Oooh ooooh
I've come to this final conclusion
Of things that are not to be
Life's a despairing illusion
Until he comes back to me
Oooh ooooh
