Mr. Birmingham

Wears a suit

Fits like a glove

There's no dispute

With the mirror he's in love

People they gawk

He's full of the talk

On bread likes plenty of jam

Yes ma'am, he's a charmer

He's Mr. Birmingham

Never earned

An honest buck

And sometimes gets burned

When he kisses Lady Luck

Oh yeah

Money comes and it goes

He's a lovable rogue

Drinks like he don't give a damn

Yes ma'am, he's a player

He's Mr. Birmingham

And all the girls

Wanna dance skin to skin

All the guys, well

They just wanna be him

For there's no doubt

There's Something about

The way he does

Does that bad boy thing

Life to him is like a big casino

Spins the wheel of love like Valentino, Yeah

And people they gawk

He's full of the talk

On bread likes plenty of jam

Yes ma'am, he's a charmer

He's Mr. Birmingham

Won't grow old

The way he smokes cigarettes

In the ground when he's cold

There'll be blondes, brunettes a mile long

At his funeral

We'll all have a ball

On bread get plenty of jam

Yes ma'am, he's a charmer

A no good ladies' man

But life's a little more colorful

For guys like Mr. Birmingham

Oh, a little more wonderful

For Mr. Birmingham

He's a player, he's a charmer

Mr. Birmingham