text: The jigolos jumpin salty
  Aint no trade out on the streets
  Half past the unlucky
  And the hawks a front row seat
  Dressed in full orchestration
  Stage door johnnys got to pay
  And send him home
  Talking bout the one that got away
  Could a been on easy street
  Could a been a wheel
  With irons in the fire
  And all them business deals
  But the last of the big time losers
  Shouted before he drove away
  Ill be right back as soon as I crack
  The one that got away
  The ambulance drivers dont give a shit
  They just want to get off work
  And the short stop and the victim
  Have already gone berserk
  And the shroud tailor measures him
  For a deep six holiday
  The stiff is froze, the case is closed
  On the one that got away
  Jim Crows directing traffic
  With them cemetery blues
  With those peculiar looking trousers
  And them old Italian shoes
  The wooden kimona was all ready
  To drop in San Francisco bay
  But now hes mumbling something
  All about the one that got away
  Costello was the champion
  At the St. Moritz Hotel
  And the best this side of Fairfax
  Reliable sources tell
  But his reputation is at large
  And hes at Ben Franks every day
  Waiting for the one that got away
  Hes got a snake skin sportshirt
  And he looks like Vincent Price
  With a little piece of chicken
  And hes carving off a slice
  But someone tipped her off
  Shell be doing a Houdini now any day
  She shook his hustle
  The Greyhound busll
  Take the one that got away
  Andre is at the piano
  Behind the Ivar in the Sewers
  With a buck a shot for pop tunes
  And a fin for guided tours
  He could of been in Casablanca
  He stood in line out there all day
  But now hes spilling whiskey
  And learning songs about the one that got away
  Well Ive lost my equilibrium
  My car keys and my pride
  Tattoo parlors warm
  And so I huddle there inside
  The grinding of the buzzsaw
  Whatchuwanthathingtosay
  Just dont misspell her name
  Buddy shes the one that got away