Death has the walk of a flamingo...

DEATH HAS THE WALK OF A FLAMINGO

Good Bye, Bugsy Siegel, the bloody playboy,
The master of rackets and kills,
You're gonna be a victim of beauty and ploy -
The actress Virginia Hill.
She's smoking and smiling only at you
With barely perceptible winking.
You don't want to ask her - the question's  not due -
Why is she named Flamingo?

Inhale her aroma! It’s wonderful fog!
She makes you forget who you are,
You look like a wolf but you whine like a dog
Dreading to part from your star.
She drinks whiskey slowly, she hates underwear,
Her love is so sweet, but it's stinging.
You like it so much and you don't want to share
The charming and vicious Flamingo.

You've asked for the money to build paradise
With passion for gambling and love.
You've got it! No limits! Enjoy such a trice!
No problems! You know, you're Above.
"Las Vegas, Nevada" in everyone's mind
With poker, the roulette and bingo.
But million of dollars are laid in big piles
For Bugsy's alluring Flamingo.

One special prize you would like to obtain-
A wild butterfly caught in your net.
But gangsters - your lenders torment you again
Demanding your ill-fated debt.
You've lost all your pals, noone's left on your side,
Your phone has forgotten its ringing.
And all your emotions: It's so hard to hide
Them in shadows of wings of Flamingo.

(recitative)
What a sultry night it was in Beverly Hills! But he hadn't begun to open windows, he roamed about her house, opened her wardrobes breathing her dresses aroma in, he turned over pages of thick photo albums - and he gradually understood, that he was losing his wits. Then he tried to distract his mind to something. But neither newspapers, nor cigars, nor whiskey could drive the anguish touching his heart away. Suddenly he remembered, that a messenger has brought him another screen test. He wanted to be an actor! He thought that if he were an actor, she would love him more! He loaded the tape in a projector and fixed his eyes on a black-white screen... But in a minute again his every thought was only about her. He even hadn't immediately noticed that somebody was knocking at the window. Against his will he got up from a chair and made his way to a cold glass. Step... another one... And little lead pellets started to make holes in him like a sewing machine. Did he have time to understand anything or to think of anything? If he did, he thought of her: Flamingo flown away...
Farewell Bugsy ……….

Frank's sitting on the chair with blood stains on it.
He's pouring champagne in her glass.
Sinatra is sounding: He's showing his wit
Speaking of the people who passed.
A blonde is beside him. She looks very nice
Undressed for this drunk famous singer.
Just look in her sparkle and covetous eyes,
Death has the walk of a flamingo ...