Parody of “Night's Master”, words and music by
Cynthia McQuillin
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Parody lyrics ©1989-07-07 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
The master of macho, he is
God’s gift to gals.
And his huge, swollen ego they feed.
For the next lucky lady he is
Always prepared.
He will swiftly attend to her need. Ohh...
| Chorus: |
But it seems no woman ever comes While she’s in his arms. Such ephemeral ecstasy, You hardly know it’s gone. |
So proud of his prowess, yet
Tender as tungsten!
No warmth ever softens his eyes.
All his unspoken hurts, all his
Innermost dreams,
He’ll take to the grave when he dies. Ohh...
And it seems no woman ever comes (etc.)
He’ll drape you in furs, and in
Long, flimsy dresses,
To lavish his love with his wealth.
He’ll tell you your pleasure is
All that he lives for.
That he cares for you more than himself. Ohh...
Yet it seems no woman ever comes (etc.)
Your man must work hard for the
Baubles he buys you.
He must pay the debts that he owes.
Each day he departs on the
First morning train.
And you cannot go where he goes. Ohh, no...
Though it seems no woman ever comes (etc.)