An Audience with Mr. Nice

I got a phone call today from Mr. Nice

He has often called... Once or twice

He's on stage in town asked me to come down

I was five minutes late I had to pop by the gates

I stood at the side and I listened and I tried

To imagine a life that gave him that smile

An audience where that reads on the bill

A man that made his millions smugglin' for thrills

Ooooohh

Master of skies and masters degrees

Who's goal in life is to set what grows free

I would drink and smoke while some think it's a joke

When someone's in pain, you can't take up a string

And I like stories told and well 'til I'm old

Are the ones growing up are going to love what we know

Is it going to fast, am I living in the past? Do we think anymore?

Or live behind closed doors?

Ooooohh

There's something about a man on a stage

That'll make you listen and think I want to come back again

And so Mr. Nice there it is. I'm glad you called, I had me a ball

Ooooohh