Yes, Yes, We're Magicians

Yes, my love, oh we, are magicians

You and I

And soon, you'll see, that the cloud shapes in our eyes are blind,

But fly, forever just the same

Oh you -- you've been sleeping in the rough

A traveling man took you by the hand

And still I wonder

Why dear -- you've a pocket full of snuff

A meek and mild rag-time child who sometimes wonders

Why the crowds all stare,

Mrs Porter's crying "Keep that kid away from my bear"

I've got 10 bob on that on and I'll not be having no

Mad-arsed kid do me wrong

And suddenly the curtain falls

Oh it -- it may well hap' to be

That there's magic wed in ragged threads

That you sleep under

To find -- there's comfort in the melody

Too mild and meek for rag-time chic

And still I wonder

Why the crowds all stare,

Mrs Porter's crying "Keep that kid away from my bear"

I've got 10 bob on that on and I'll not be having no

Mad-arsed kid do me wrong

And suddenly the curtain falls

Mary was a poor girl

Turned alabaster call girl

With bruised and pale pins

Mary's still a poor girl

So through these gutters crawl, girl

Your secret's sleeping in

And the crowds'll stop and stare

Mrs Porter's crying "Keep that kid away from my bear"

I've got 10 bob on that on and I'll not be having no

Mad-arsed kid do me wrong

And suddenly the curtain falls.