It didn't feel like sunday It didn't feel like june When he met his silent partner In that lonely corner room That overlooked the marquee Of the plaza all-adult And he was not lookin' for romance Just someone he could trust And it wasn't no way to carry on It wasn't no way to live But he could up with it for a little while He was worki n' on something big Speedball rang the night desk Said "send me up a drink" The night clerk said "it's sunday man... Wait a minute, let me think There' a little place outside of town Might still have some wine&q uot; Speedball said "forget it man Can i have an outside line?" And it wasn't no way to carry on It wasn't no way to live But he could up with it for a little while He was workin' on something big It was mon day when the day maids Found the still made bed All except the pillows That lay stacked up At the head And one said "i know I've seen his face I wonder who he is" The other said "probably Just another clown Working on something big" And it wasn't no way to carry on It wasn't no way to live But he could up with it for a little while He was workin' on something big