Sun's going down. Like a big bald head.

Disappearing behind the boulevard. (Oooeee.) It's Sharkey's night.

Yeah. It's Sharkey's night tonight. And the manager says: Sharkey?

He's not at his desk right now. (Oh yeah.) Could I take a message?



And Sharkey says: Hey, kemosabe! Long time no see.

He says: Hey sport. You connect the dots. You pick up the pieces.

He says: You know, I can see two tiny pictures of myself

And there's one in each of you eyes. And they're doin' everything I do.

Every time I light a cigarette, they light up theirs.

I take a drink and I look in and they're drinkin' too.

It's drivin' me crazy. It's drivin' me nuts.



And Sharkey says: Deep in the heart of darkest America.

Home of the brave. He says: Listen to my heart beat.



Paging Mr. Sharkey. White courtesy telephone please