world's last authentic playboys

with ruby and ollie soon over the hill

for marrying tommy there still is no pill

we're the world's last authentic playboys

just three fun-loving ne'er-do-wells

our whole attitude says life's a gay toy to be played with and raced through pell mell

acapulco each winter for fishing

then summer to bar harbor

maine

if the cycle gets boringly vicious

we shall try monte carlo again

we're the world's last authentic playboys. we were born thirty years too late

though we're blessed with savoir-faire and rare poise

both these virtues are useless as fate

i fought bulls at a plaza de toros. chased gorillas around in the trees

such adventures now make me feel morose and blase as a playboy can be

we're the world's last authentic playboys

just a trio of rogues on the loose

we pursue life while searching for new joys

just ahead of the shotgun and noose

when they find the abominable snowman

running nude through the snow four miles high

they'll say

are you an ape?" i'll say