A Madman from Manhattan

There's a madman from Manhattan There with a man's hat and a floor mat made of satin But this cat was not like this or that But that which was aptly named for a man Whose plan is a dime in a can downstairs for a dollar If he can win the time with a dame He ain't ashamed to holler Catch a train with the name of an alphabet letter Had the brains to remain with the dame right up Until he let her think she was just on the brink of a breakthrough Just on the brink of a breakthrough But this dime in her can in the sink is enough to just make you think That it all comes down to the trust that is covered in rust that you can't remove Sticking around on the grounds that you know that you can't prove A thing to a judge and a jury And then of course an angel comes to him and sings She swims under whiskey with her wings And from the inside of a bottle with a shaft of light She tells him with a song that it is not right It's not right, it's not right It's not right now, it's wrong But he does not listen to her for long He says, "Madmen aren't born, they're cultivated" Conned by the con-men in the world the marks created And then he cons himself He tricks himself into thinking that he is right It's not right, it's not right It's not right now, it's wrong But then he forgets to put it in a song There's a madman from Manhattan There with a man's hat and a floor mat made of satin But the cat was not like this or that But that which was aptly named for a man Whose plan is a dime in a can downstairs for a dollar Catch a train with the name of an alphabet letter Had the brains to remain with the dame right up Until he let her think she was just on the brink of a breakthrough Just on the brink of a breakthrough Just on the brink of a breakthrough