The old magician takes the stage His act has not improved with age Observe the shabby hat and gloves The tired act that no one loves There was a time he produced doves A mirror and a puff of smoke His mysteries are now a joke His poor a**istant black and blue She's tired of being sawn in two She's tired of being sawn in two Hidden trapdoor, velvet cape Still from d**h there's no escape Words of sympathy and tact Only underline the fact d**h is a lousy disappearing act Lord have mercy and be kind When our faculties unwind Overlook the hat and gloves The tired act that no one loves There was a time we produced doves Overlook the hat and gloves The tired act that no one loves There was a time we produced doves The old magician takes the stage With sleight of hand he'll disengage As dignified as you'll allow He'll take his last , his final bow He's lost all his illusions now. As dignified as you'll allow He'll take one last one final bow He's lost all his illusions now