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Suppose one day in Bromley, KentI live my nightmare & am sentTo sing for blonde suburban womenBefore the wives of double-glazersI'd be Julio InglesiasDoing the great Sin-ArgentinianSuppose they Barry Manilow meScreaming "Show me you're a man"With legs as mottled as salamiLadies, I'm doing the best I canThis is how Casanova's bumBecomes a lesson in virilitySet to a bossa nova drumSung to tarts decked out like Christmas treesThen in my dressing room I'd seeThis elephant as pink as meDrinking & singing gloomilyAbout the time they called meYeah the time the called me,About the time they called me "Nicky"If I could be him for only an hourIf I could be him before his grand finaleLetras de cancionesIf I could be me, if I could only beCute, cute, cuteAbsolutely banalSuppose one evening in MauritiusEntertaining high officialsHigh on whores & marijuanaBegging letters from celebritiesBegging "Couldn't you write songs for me?"I'd blackmail David Bowie & the Dalai Lama& I'd be an industrialist of song& I could sell with a winkThe best in showbiz & in drinkKorean floorshows, whiskey from the CongoWhiskey from the CongoMe, I'd have a ring on every finger& a thumb in every state& every state would be the singer's& acknowledged, I would legislateThen in my Hong Kong opium denWaiting for 1999I'd spend the years of my declineRemembering the time they called meYeah the time they called me,Ah, the time they called me "Nicky"If I could be him for only an hourIf I could be him before his grand finaleIf I could be meIf I could only be cute, cute, cuteAbsolutely venalSuppose one day in paradiseI find myself to my surpriseSinging for ladies flapping swans' wingsPlucking on my little harpI'd be a beacon in the dark& save the souls of human beingsThen Jesus Christ has hardly christened meSon of the one in the directoryBetween Vic & Jean-Luc Goddard& I grow my beard & walk on water& if I really came on strong& started prancing and Cliff Richard-ingI know it wouldn't be too longBefore I heard the shadows whisperingHow Satan's come in from the coldHe's now the shepherd & his foldIs shouting out requests for oldiesFrom the time they called meYeah the time they called meYeah the time they called me "Nicky"If I could be him for only an hourIf I could be him before his grand finaleIf I could be meIf I could only beCute, cute, cute, cuteAbsolutelyHe could fall asleep at nightHe could fall in love all rightHe could fall asleep at nightHe could fall asleep at nightHe could fall in love all rightHe could fall asleep at nightHe could fall asleep at nightHe could fall in love all rightAs a rock & roll star From Letras Mania