Her Next Friend: Music
Hustling Guy
(Her Next Friend)
Withstand a vicious wink
That’s what I think
He sang with a sigh
A hustling guy
Caged animal on the make
A rattlesnake
With nothing to hide
He lives on a yacht
Being someone he’s not
And cursing his lot
Roomed alone with a window of hope
His crib was dope
Surrounded by spies
He moves like a cat
Surprise attack
Worked at home in a suit and a tie
It was all that she wrote
And he shaved off his goat
Count the hours, strike off the days
Refining his high rolling ways
Stepped west by three and by three
A scavenger he
An evil gleam in his eye
Fooled himself into staying awake
Ate nothing but birthday cake
He’s gone and never said goodbye
He’s just a hustling guy
Just like he’d been taught
And he never got caught
He only had one thing to say
Who’s life is it, anyway?