NICE GUYS FINISH LAST
Harold Weems was an accountant, kept track of every cent
He’d deposit all his paychecks, all that money never spent
He didn’t have a love life – just too shy around the girls;
He would watch the evening late show and dream of golden curls
Rhonda was a fast girl from the wrong side of the tracks
She dreamed of sparkling diamonds and gleaming Cadillacs
Her body was a work of art, kept always on display
It set all men to drooling in a most unseemly way.
It was in a singles bar they met, a Tuesday Lady’s Night
He thought she was a beauty, he thought he was all right
He nervously approached her as she began her tease
He showed off his expense account as she showed him her knees.
NICE GUYS FINISH LAST, BAD GIRLS FINISH FIRST
NICE GUYS FINISH LAST, BAD GIRLS FINISH FIRST
Soon after they were married at Harold’s country club
The reception was a doozy at an all night pub
The joint was really jumping with a pumping primo band
Harold had too much to drink, Rhonda the best man
NICE GUYS FINISH LAST, BAD GIRLS FINISH FIRST
NICE GUYS FINISH LAST, BAD GIRLS FINISH FIRST
It was less than two years later that Harold saw the light
He caught her in the bedroom with the tennis pro one night
He took a razor to his wrists and he began to slash;
Now Harold’s with the angels, but Rhonda got the cash!
NICE GUYS FINISH LAST, BAD GIRLS FINISH FIRST
NICE GUYS FINISH LAST, BAD GIRLS FINISH FIRST
Copyright 2004 Peter Sherman All rights reserved.
