Leon Rosselson
Eliza Carthy: The Man Who Puffs the Big Cigar
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Chorus: The man who puffs the big cigar Turns all he touches into stone The cash flows in from near and far When he picks up the telephone The value of his property increases daily No one knows How much he owns and still he schemes The more he buys the more it seems There is no limit to his dreams And as the market booms His empire grows Susie A stripper in a Soho Club She works long hours but not for love And when men she her body they go crazy But she just smiles in her heart And keeps herself a soul apart In her room at night she dreams alone For Susie loves the man who flys the high trapeze He’s flying now a thousand miles away But she knows one day she’ll meet him as she always used to do By the statue of Eros On a bright summers day You might also like Chorus And Eros to belongs to him And all the land from miles around He buys the men who clear the way Who draw the plans to make it pay He has no time for yesterday His deals are shrewd and his invesments sound Susie The men who view her want her for themselves But susie just ignores there looks She knows they can not buy this lady She walks the world in a see through dress Self containted self possessed And in her heart a secret that is hers A message from the man who flys the high trapeze A message from a thousand miles away Telling her to meet him as she always used to do By the statue of Eros On mid summers day Chorus Now all round’ Eros towers rise And concrete slabs that black the sun And carefully he calculates The profit he expects to make From each square foot of his estate And bump a crop when all is said and done Susie Why are you looking so afraid You know he’ll keep the vow he made The time has come and gone It won’t be easy To find him in this concrete maze Walls and railings bar the way As if shes lost in space she wanders on Looking for the man who flys the high trapeze But he could be a thousand miles away And cut off by the traffic in the distance out of reach The statue of Eros And its mid summers day Chorus His country mansion tutor style Has priceless pictures on the walls And he picks up the phone And starts to turn the wheels A scheme to market instant cures for broken hearts That could yield handsome dividends for all