Made to Last

I suppose the latest thing

The latest thrill

Is to watch Mr. Nobody from "Nowhere-Ville"

Make love to your wife and just sit still

If that's the plan

You can count me out

That's the kind of progress

I can do without

Tom, enough

Oh, don't you know the latest thing

The beans to spill-

Jay-

Is your wife never loved you

And she never will

So don't you die upon that hill

We met and fell in love five years ago

It makes me laugh to think you didn't know

I didn't know Daisy then, and I'll be damned if you got within a mile of her unless you brought groceries to the back door

You're the one who double-crossed her

All this from a cheap impostor

Sorry, but I fear you've lost her

He's slick and he's fast and he'll run out of gas

None of this was made to last

A quick little fling that will quietly pass

None of this was made to last

You're one to talk about flings. Nick, did Tom ever tell you why they really left Chicago? He ripped the fender off his car and the chambermaid with him broke her arm

Stay out of it!

Even for you, that was a scandal for the ages

And how much did you pay

To stay off the social pages?

Every so often I might go off on a spree

A spree?

I make a fool of myself

No, Tom

You make a fool of me

You leave a trail of lies that never ends (I said stay out of it)

We all know, so why pretend?

And here I thought that we were friends

I see now this is a conspiracy

Oh, go chase yourself!

Old sport, it's time to face reality

Daisy is leaving you (Is that your estimation?)

She doesn't love you (I love how all your money reeks of desperation)

Go on and tell him (You've piles of cash to buy some cheap panache and charm)

That you're through (But who bought Daisy's diamond ring and put a baby in her arms?)

Does Daisy know the kind of work you do?

That Sing Sing's saving its best cell for you

This dirty crook has carved out quite a niche

He's selling bootleg booze and getting filthy rich

He's lying!

Daisy, tell him (He's slick and he's fast and he'll run out of gas

None of this was made to last)

(She decides what's made to last)

You never loved him (A parlor trick, a make-believe past

None of this was made to last) (She decides what's made to last)

Daisy, tell him (He's slick and he's fast and he'll run out of gas

None of this was made to last) (She decides what's made to last)

She never loved him (A parlor trick, a make-believe past

None of this was made to last) (She decides what's made to last)

Tell him (None of this was)

Tell him (None of this was)

Tell him (None of this was) (She decides what's made to last)

Tell him (None of this was)