LAWRENCE

You may be master of

Your chosen occupation

With several strings of

Polo ponies in your stable-

You must remember all the same

That at the crux of every game

Is knowing when it's time

To leave the table

And it's important to be artful

In your exit-

No turning back, you must accept

The con is done

But now and then, you might recall

The moments when you had it all-

You had the charm

You had the talent

And, my God, you had some fun

It was a ball, it was a blast

And it's a shame it couldn't last

But every chapter has to end

You must agree

It was a joy, it was sublime

A splendid way to earn a dime

For a dirty rotten guy like me

When you look back on all your

Conquests and deceptions

You see a thousand flawless pearls

Set in a strand

Laid out from Biarritz to Rome

Each one as perfect as a poem-

An opus to be proud of though it's

Written in the sand

It was a ball, it was a thrill

You had the grace, you had the skill

To know exactly what to say

And what to do

You wouldn't trade a single day

Or have it any other way-

A dirty rotten guy like you

FREDDY

It's almost a religion-

The need to take a pigeon

And to play your part

With elegance and zest

But when it's time to fold the act

And your duffel bag is packed

Take comfort in the fact

That you've been working with the best

It was a blast, it was a ball

It was a gas, I loved it all

'Cause I was hanging with the man

And that's a plus

LAWRENCE

Aw, Freddy

You've got the verve

FREDDY

You've got the guts-

LAWRENCE

You've got the nerve-

FREDDY

You've got the nuts!

LAWRENCE

I guess we're dirty rotten crooks

FREDDY

We're dirty rotten schnucks

LAWRENCE

Dirty rotten guys

FREDDY

Oh!

LAWRENCE/ FREDDY

It was a trip, it was a blast

It was a shame it couldn't last

'Cause it was almost

Too prodigious to discuss

LAWRENCE

So we got screwed for fifty-grand-

FREDDY

I think we still deserve a hand-

LAWRENCE/FREDDY

Dirty

Rotten

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