Getting high at a quarter to nine And you throwing all your favourite lines And that red-head said he's living with you And he copies everything you do... And you throw your California smile And you warn me this could take a while So while you think of something to do I'm thinking I could stick with you Cause you're great Alexander, you're great Alexander You've made up a name for yourself Cause you're great Alexander, The Great Alexander You've made up a name for yourself In a town at the edge of the Nile I can see that California smile There's a boat with your name on the side And it waits for the turn of the tide In between your Casino and mine I can see that there's a delicate line And I can't tell our voices apart And I can't tell your life from art You're a ghost Alexander, at most Alexander You've made up a name for yourself Cause you're great Alexander, The Great Alexander You're still sitting there on the shelf... Cause you threw me California The Great California Ring me when you've had enough of California You're a ghost Alexander The Great Alexander You've made up a name for yourself, Alexander The first Alexander The Great, Alexander, the Great's, the only man that you hate, Alexander You threw me California I can't beat Alexander, the Great's, the only man that you hate