Something Big

Well it didn't feel like Sunday Didn't feel like June When he met his silent partner In that lonely corner room That overlooked the marquee Of the plaza all-adult And he was not lookin' for romance Just someone he could trust And it wasn't no way to carry on It wasn't no way to live But he could put up with it for a little while He was workin' on something big Speedball rang the night clerk Said, "Send me up a drink" Now the night clerk said, "It's Sunday man Wait a minute, let me think" "There' a little place outside of town Might still have some wine" Speedball said, "Forget it man Can I have an outside line?" And it wasn't no way to carry on It wasn't no way to live But he could put up with it for a little while He was workin' on something big It was Monday when the day maids Found the still made bed All except the pillows That lay stacked up at the head And one said, "I know I've seen his face, I wonder who he is" And the other said, "Probably it's just another clown Working on something big" And it wasn't no way to carry on It wasn't no way to live But he could put up with it for a little while He was workin' on something big And it wasn't no way to carry on It wasn't no way to live But he could put up with it for a little while He was workin' on something big Something big