[MAN ONE]
The former lover of my lover
Was a sophisticated Pole, named Bolek
Not polite, he'd join Arthur and me for dinner
Looking distracted and thinner
He'd take a bite of his rare delicious lamb chop
And say, "Really, Billy, this has gotta stop."
I'd say, "What's gotta stop?"
He'd say, "You're being a dick."
I'd say, "Bolek."
He'd say, "Billy?
I'd say, "Bolek."
He'd say, "What?"
That then was the night I knew that Bolek was sick

He'd say
"We got to go to Venice
Because in Venice everyday life's a work of art
And must be seen first hand
Breathe deep, our destination's Venice
Beauty and pleasure is all we can hope to understand."

So Arthur says, "What's wrong with Bolek?"
And I think finally he sees what I see
What'd I see? Well, the truth is, it doesn't matter
All you have to know is he grew thinner, I grew fatter
And later on, as we strolled along down Broadway
Bolek thought he saw a gun
And whacked a wacko in the ass
Bolek took off down the street
Chased by this dangerous guy
I yelled, "Bolek."
He kept fleeing
I yelled, "Bolek!"
He yelled, "What?"
And then he turned around
And then he sang to the sky: