Getting high at a quarter to nine
And you throwing all your favourite lines
And that red-head said he's living with you
And he copies everything you do...
And you throw your California smile
And you warn me this could take a while
So while you think of something to do
I'm thinking I could stick with you
Cause you're great Alexander, you're great Alexander
You've made up a name for yourself
Cause you're great Alexander, The Great Alexander
You've made up a name for yourself
In a town at the edge of the Nile
I can see that California smile
There's a boat with your name on the side
And it waits for the turn of the tide
In between your Casino and mine
I can see that there's a delicate line
And I can't tell our voices apart
And I can't tell your life from art
You're a ghost Alexander, at most Alexander
You've made up a name for yourself
Cause you're great Alexander, The Great Alexander
You're still sitting there on the shelf...
Cause you threw me California
The Great California
Ring me when you've had enough of California
You're a ghost Alexander
The Great Alexander
You've made up a name for yourself, Alexander
The first Alexander
The Great, Alexander, the Great's, the only man that you hate, Alexander
You threw me California
I can't beat Alexander, the Great's, the only man that you hate