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There's a madman from Manhattan
There with a man's hat and a floor mat made of satin
But this cat was not like this or that
But that which was aptly named for a man
Whose plan is a dime in a can downstairs for a dollar
If he can win the time with a dame
He ain't ashamed to holler
Catch a train with the name of an alphabet letter
Had the brains to remain with the dame right up
Until he let her think she was just on the brink of a breakthrough
Just on the brink of a breakthrough
But this dime in her can in the sink is enough to just make you think
That it all comes down to the trust that is covered in rust that you can't remove
Sticking around on the grounds that you know that you can't prove
A thing to a judge and a jury
And then of course an angel comes to him and sings
She swims under whiskey with her wings
And from the inside of a bottle with a shaft of light
She tells him with a song that it is not right
It's not right, it's not right
It's not right now, it's wrong
But he does not listen to her for long
He says, "Madmen aren't born, they're cultivated"
Conned by the con-men in the world the marks created
And then he cons himself
He tricks himself into thinking that he is right
It's not right, it's not right
It's not right now, it's wrong
But then he forgets to put it in a song
There's a madman from Manhattan
There with a man's hat and a floor mat made of satin
But the cat was not like this or that
But that which was aptly named for a man
Whose plan is a dime in a can downstairs for a dollar
Catch a train with the name of an alphabet letter
Had the brains to remain with the dame right up
Until he let her think she was just on the brink of a breakthrough
Just on the brink of a breakthrough
Just on the brink of a breakthrough
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