I had words with Rudy down on the lot He couldn't help me out, it seems he forgot What my name was, he was one of my many shoulders Growing cold nothing to cry on or rely on for a friend They call me the runaround, happily holding her hand The best kept man in town, lead your lady around, runaround. I recall when half the world held her breath The letters of her name hung in mid-air But I woke up to a nightmare, and she follows me around, running gauntlets, staring haunted at the ground. Hang around in Romanoff's to be seen, friends pa** by like I've never been. I remember party night, Halloween, I was Tambourlaine and she was my queen But the champagne and the wine stains and the friends who waved goodbye only echo as the wind blows, through the chandelier.