I fell under such gentle persuasion    You can't refuse it's like a home from home    Meanwhile in the Motor car kingdom    They're finding that all that glitters is not chrome    The social circle have these cardiac complaints    Their hearts are empty when their hands are full    All these new found fond acquaintances    Turn out to be the red rag to my bull       And I'm up while the dawn is breaking    Even though my heart is aching    I should be drinking a toast to absent friends    Instead of these comedians       I've looked into these eyes upon reflection    They've seen the face of love, they've seen a few    What kind of love is this upon inspection    You'll be the last to know who's fooling who       And I'm up while the dawn is breaking    Even though my heart is aching    I should be drinking a toast to absent friends    Instead of these comedians