Fairy Tale Lyrics

Friday night at reflections of the past today

Tommy in the pool room running the table

Catherine sipping straight Vodka muttering yesterday

I was writing a song about a childhood fable

The peasant girl rode the pumpkin up to the Christmas ball

The prince was reviewing his dance card on the net

The sisters of suspicion gossiped down the hall

While the widows whispered stories of regret

Catherine asked the bartender to change a bill

I couldn't quite see her from my chair at the end of the bar

Tommy paused sank the eight and polished his cue

Looked at Catherine said how do you like it so far?

The prince danced an Italian waltz with countess Marie

The peasant girl scooped ice from the crystal bowl

Absorbing the room with her innocent eyes relentlessly

While the prince took another partner another soul

Tommy watched as Catherine set the rack on fire

With her soft thin gentle fingers and her eyes

He launched the cue ball through the air trying to break those balls

Because he caught a glimpse of Catherine's slender thighs

The prince finally spied the ankles of the peasant girl

Sent an envoy to bring her to his side

She curtseyed with her head bowed as she gave her name

Then fell into his arms to dance and glide

She was the prettiest girl in Mascoutah

He was the smartest man in the room

It was the warmest night in December

They were the liveliest pair in the tomb

On the rainiest day in the desert

Like two virgins about to give birth

She was the prettiest girl in Mascoutah

He was the luckiest man on the earth

Catherine lined the eight up off the cross bank rail

Tommy ordered two more Vodka's on the rocks

The ball rolled to the point where you say "I tried and failed"

Balancing on the edge of forget me nots

The prince could feel her warm breath on his stiffening neck

His emotions putting his lineage on trial

The clock was striking one of twelve strokes at the midnight hour

The peasant girl kept dancing in denial

The barroom air was thick with smoke and jukebox songs

Bar-time hitting twelve plus something more

Tommy went to play his favorite Beatles song

Princess Catherine slipped discretely out the door

The ballroom filled with whispers stares and jealous eyes

As the orchestra went silent for a breath

The prince had finished clapping and was stunned to find

That his priceless peasant partner had just left

At the crossroads where the rich and poor collide and get back up

Where tomorrow's dreams and yesterday's meet spies

The aristocrat and the pool shark shared the same café

Sitting there trading stories and telling lies

Each spoke of a woman who had reached inside

And touched a place that doesn't have to sing

The prince pulled out a slipper that fit Tommy's wife

While Tommy held up a royal wedding ring

She was the prettiest girl in Mascoutah

He was the smartest man in the room

It was the warmest night in December

They were the liveliest pair in the tomb

It was the party to end all parties

Romance and magic at birth

She was the prettiest girl in Mascoutah

He was the luckiest man on the earth