I got a phone call today from Mr. Nice He has oftened called...once or twice He's on stage in town asked me to come down I was five minutes late I had to pop by the gates I stood at the side and I listened and I tried To imagine a life that gave him that smile An audience where that reads on the bill A man that made his millions smugglin' for thrills ooooohh Master of skies and masters degrees Who's goal in life is to set what grows free I would drink and smoke while some think it's a joke When someone's in pain, you can't take up a string And I like stories told and well 'til I'm old Are the ones growing up are going to love what we know Is it going to fast, am I living in the past? Do we think anymore? Or live behind closed doors? ooooohh There's something about a man on a stage That'll make you listen and think I want to come back again And so Mr. Nice there it is. I'm glad you called, I had me a ball ooooohh