Wears a suit

Fits like a glove

There's no dispute

With the mirror he's in love

Oh, and people they gawk

He's full of the talk

And bread likes plenty of jam

Yes, ma'am he's a charmer

He's Mr. Birmingham

Never earned an honest buck

He sometimes gets burned

When he kisses Lady Luck

Oh, yeah, money comes and it goes

He's a loveable 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

Oh, people they gawk

He's full of the talk

And bread likes plenty of jam

Yes, ma'am he's a charmer

That's right, 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

And bread get plenty of jam

Yes, ma'am he's a charmer

An old good ladies man

Oh, 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

Oh, no, don't do it, man