LAWRENCE
You may be master of
Your chosen occupation
With several strings of
Polo ponies in your stable-
ou must remember all the same 
That at the crux of every game
Is knowing when it's time 
To leave the table.

And it's important to be artful
in your exit-
No turning back, you must accept
the con is done,
But now and then, you might recall
The moments when you had it al-
You ahd teh charm,
You had the talent
And, my God, you hd some fun.

It was a ball, it was a blast
And it's a shame it couldn't last,
But every chapter has to end,
You must agree.
It was a joy, it was sublime,
A splendid way to earn a dime
For a dirty rotten guy like me.

When you look back on all your 
conquests and deceptions
You see a thousand flawless pearls
set in a strand,
Laid out from Biarritz to Rome,
Each one as perfect as a poem-
An opus to be proud of though it's 
written in the sand.

It was a ball, it was a thrill,
You had teh grace, you had the skill
To know exactly what to say
And what to do.
You wouldn't trade a single day
Or have it any other way-
A dirty rotten guy like you.

FREDDY
It's almost a religion-
The need to take a pigeon
And to play your part
With elegance and zest

But when it's time to fold the act
And your duffel bag is packed
Take comfort in the fact
That you've been 
working with the best.

It was a blast, it was a ball
It was a gas, I loved it all
'Cause I was hanging with the man
And that's a plus.

LAWRENCE
Aw, Freddy.

You've got the verve

FREDDY
You've got the guts-

LAWRENCE
You've go the nerve-

FREDDY
You've got the nuts!

LAWRENCE
I guess we're

LAWRENCE/FREDDY
-Dirty rotten crooks, dirty rotten
shnooks-

It was a trip, it was a blast
It was a shame it couldn't lsat
'Cause it was almost
Too prodigious to discuss.

LAWRENCE
So we get screw for fifty-grand-

FREDDY
I think we still deserve a hand-

LAWRENCE/FREDDY
Dirty
Rotten
Guys-

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