How to swing those obbligatos around

He had shag hair & a boutique

In the bar he told me I had too much class

To be a telephone operator & I told him

He should have been thirty in 1940:

A gangster with patent leather shoes

To shine under girl’s skirts & a mother

Who called him sonny. He should have

Crashed a club where they catered

To the smart set, disposing of

The bouncer with You spent three months

In a plaster cast the last time

You tangled with me & I should have been

The singer in tight champagne

Skin waiting for him to growl

I don’t know how to begin

This beguine but you certainly know how to

Swing those obbligatos around & we

Would fox-trot till a guy

He knew from Sing Sing cut in

& he said he loved old flicks

I should come up to his place & see

The art deco ashtrays on his shag rug

That I shouldn’t waste myself

At Bell tel but marry him

& take his business calls &

I said How many years do you get

If they give you life