What a Shame About Me

I was grindin' through my day gig

Stackin' cutouts at the Strand

When in walks Franny from NYU

We were quite an item back then

Talked about her films and shows and CD's

Don't know what else

She said, yeah, Hollywood's been good to me

But tell me, how about yourself?

I'm still working on that novel

But I'm just about to quit

'Cause I'm worrying about the future now

Or maybe this is it

It's not all that I thought it would be

What a shame about me

She said, talk to me, do you ever see

Anybody else from our old crew?

Bobby Dakine won the Bunsen Prize

He's comin' out with something new

Alan owns a chain of Steamer Heavens

Barry is a software king

And somebody told me in the early 80's

You were gonna be the next big thing

Well now that was just a rumor

But I guess I'm doin' fine

Three weeks out of the rehab

Livin' one day at a time

Sneakin' up on the new century

What a shame about me

What a shame about me

I'm thinkin' I'm a major Jane Street sunrise

And the goddess on the fire escape was you

We both ran out of small talk

The connection seemed to go dead

I was about to say, hey, have a nice life

She touched my hand and said

I just had this great idea

Could be very cool

Why don't we grab a cab to  my hotel

And make believe we're back at our old school

I said babe you look delicious

And you're standin' very close

But like this is Lower Broadway

And you're talkin' to a ghost

Take a good look it's easy to see

What a shame about me

What a shame about me

(Shame)

What a shame

(A shame about me)

(Shame)

Another round

Oh, a shame about me (A shame about me)

Tell the truth

Shame, shame, shame

(Shame)

Oh

(A shame about me)

I prefer not to

(Shame)

Shame

Oh, oh, oh

(A shame about me)

Oh

Oh

Shame

(Shame)

Oh, oh, oh

(A shame about me)