The old magician takes the stage
His act has not improved with age
Observe the shabby hat and gloves
The tired act that no one loves
There was a time he produced doves
A mirror and a puff of smoke
His mysteries are now a joke
His poor a**istant black and blue
She's tired of being sawn in two
She's tired of being sawn in two
Hidden trapdoor, velvet cape
Still from d**h there's no escape
Words of sympathy and tact
Only underline the fact
d**h is a lousy disappearing act
Lord have mercy and be kind
When our faculties unwind
Overlook the hat and gloves
The tired act that no one loves
There was a time we produced doves
Overlook the hat and gloves
The tired act that no one loves
There was a time we produced doves
The old magician takes the stage
With sleight of hand he'll disengage
As dignified as you'll allow
He'll take his last , his final bow
He's lost all his illusions now.
As dignified as you'll allow
He'll take one last one final bow
He's lost all his illusions now