Well, it didn't feel like Sunday, it 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's 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 a 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?"

The other said, "Probably just another clown 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

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