Got a Way with It
Let me tell you about a guy who was pulling my strings
Leading me on, tying me up, yeah, those kinds of things
He kept me hanging on, like a pup or a pet
I said, “If you want me knot t’whine, I’m not one to toe the line
If you want a fish or butterfly, then... marry a net”
But I was strung out, I was hung up, he had me in a bind
I was twisted, all a tangle, I just had to unwind
So I cut him off and wound it up, tied up the loose ends
And I left the feds with not a thread to follow, yes, my friends
’Cos I’ve got a way with words, so they say
And I’ve got a way with getting my way
He did me wrong that night, so I fixed him up right
Yes, I did him away... and I got away with it
His library of lies laid me low, as I’ve said
But I’m the Dewey decimator, not one pun in ten dead
His dangling proposition was the line that he would finish on
He appended, extended and was doubly intended
Oh, but I was offended, so he got expended
Oh, how I made him pay and I got away with it
Yes, I’ve got a way with getting away with it
Like a cat with a mouse, I like to play with it
I love to confuse them with befuddling clues
That only lead them astray and I get away with it
I’ve got a way with paronomasia
That’s another word for wordplay, yeah, my puns will amaze ya
Like Fantasia, it’ll daze ya, though some may consider it
To be the lowest form of wit, but hey, ha! I got away with it
“Aw, stop it, you’re killing me!”
Oh, I know, but sorry, I digress, back to the story
He met her on the second floor
I asked him what he met-her-for
But he had an allergy to my analogy
So my allegory turned into all a gory story
And to their dismay... I got away with it
Yes, I’ve got a way with getting away with it
Like a moth to a flame, I like to play with it
The flickering tuft of his wick got snuffed
And at the end of the day... you know what I’m gonna say
I’ve got a way with getting away with it
Like a fly in a web, I like to play with it
They’ll try to pin it on me, but I’ll evade the slammer
I’ll lose them in the clamour, they’ll be left to stare and stammer
My weighty killer grammar will still hit ’em like a hammer
Even when I’m old and grey, I’ll get away with it
I got away with it
Yeah, I got away with it
I got away with it
© Mal Webb 2021
I wrote this song for the show Dumtectives in Cirque Noir , to be sung by a puppet called Sarah Nader, who was a murderer and wordsmith, and I clearly had a little too much fun with! It was one of those rare times with a commission when directors of the show both said, "yep, love it" about it straight off. Although, the version used in the show omitted the paronomasia verse, understandably! Aurora Kurth sang it amazingly.
Let me tell you about a guy who was pulling my strings
Leading me on, tying me up, yeah, those kinds of things
He kept me hanging on, like a pup or a pet
I said, “If you want me knot t’whine, I’m not one to toe the line
If you want a fish or butterfly, then... marry a net”
But I was strung out, I was hung up, he had me in a bind
I was twisted, all a tangle, I just had to unwind
So I cut him off and wound it up, tied up the loose ends
And I left the feds with not a thread to follow, yes, my friends
’Cos I’ve got a way with words, so they say
And I’ve got a way with getting my way
He did me wrong that night, so I fixed him up right
Yes, I did him away... and I got away with it
His library of lies laid me low, as I’ve said
But I’m the Dewey decimator, not one pun in ten dead
His dangling proposition was the line that he would finish on
He appended, extended and was doubly intended
Oh, but I was offended, so he got expended
Oh, how I made him pay and I got away with it
Yes, I’ve got a way with getting away with it
Like a cat with a mouse, I like to play with it
I love to confuse them with befuddling clues
That only lead them astray and I get away with it
I’ve got a way with paronomasia
That’s another word for wordplay, yeah, my puns will amaze ya
Like Fantasia, it’ll daze ya, though some may consider it
To be the lowest form of wit, but hey, ha! I got away with it
“Aw, stop it, you’re killing me!”
Oh, I know, but sorry, I digress, back to the story
He met her on the second floor
I asked him what he met-her-for
But he had an allergy to my analogy
So my allegory turned into all a gory story
And to their dismay... I got away with it
Yes, I’ve got a way with getting away with it
Like a moth to a flame, I like to play with it
The flickering tuft of his wick got snuffed
And at the end of the day... you know what I’m gonna say
I’ve got a way with getting away with it
Like a fly in a web, I like to play with it
They’ll try to pin it on me, but I’ll evade the slammer
I’ll lose them in the clamour, they’ll be left to stare and stammer
My weighty killer grammar will still hit ’em like a hammer
Even when I’m old and grey, I’ll get away with it
I got away with it
Yeah, I got away with it
I got away with it
© Mal Webb 2021
I wrote this song for the show Dumtectives in Cirque Noir , to be sung by a puppet called Sarah Nader, who was a murderer and wordsmith, and I clearly had a little too much fun with! It was one of those rare times with a commission when directors of the show both said, "yep, love it" about it straight off. Although, the version used in the show omitted the paronomasia verse, understandably! Aurora Kurth sang it amazingly.