The Last of the Rag-Tag Lovers

© 2015 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.

I’m just a shy man, with a presence undetectable

I come from a long line of robbers (but we’re really quite respectable)

I don’t know how to dance and I’m not good with the speak

I’m almost a gentleman, with a magpie’s mystique

I can’t take another night of “Dutch consolation”

How about a lick, a promise, and some criminal conversation?

You better act fast now, the cat’s out of the bag

I’m The Last of the Rag-Tag Lovers

A month of Sundays must’ve gone by

A month of dumb days of living this old lie

Tell me that you love, tell me you do

Tell me you love me, even if it’s not true

I can’t take another night of being alone

With a hundred lousy channels and this damn telephone

So you better act fast now, the cat’s out of the bag

I’m The Last of the Rag-Tag Lovers

You try to tell me that I’m just not your type

I may be motley, but don’t call me unkempt

You’ve got one last attempt

It’s time to start believing the hype:

The cat’s out of the bag

I’m The Last of the Rag-Tag Lovers

I’m here to tell you that everything will work out right

I’m here to tell you so let’s stop the chin-wag

Just throw the white flag

It’s time that you give up the fight

Right now I could use a shove

I'm trying to write these fragments of a discourse on love

I’m patchwork and promiscuous, I’m not state-of-the-art

You can take me all at once, or take me à la carte

I may be misfit manna from heaven

But baby, I’ll be yours twenty-four seven

So you better act fast now, the cat’s out of the bag

I’m The Last of the Rag-Tag Lovers

You better act fast now, the cat’s out of the bag

I’m The Last of the Rag-Tag Lovers

You better act fast now, the cat’s out of the bag

I’m The Last of the Rag-Tag Lovers