Thomas:
My sweet satin baby, two tickets are waiting
We’ll toast on the coast far from this town

Constance:
Tonight when all the lights hit the ballroom
And the shakers and the quakers twirl round
And one of them conceals a small case we’ve been hired to steal
Tonight when the heist goes down

Our client this time pays a pretty pocket
(Thomas: I’ll be there watching)
At last we can afford to skip town
(Thomas: and pouring drinks if trouble brews)
Tomorrow don’t you know to the Tusian Coast we’ll go
After tonight when the heist goes down

My sweet satin baby, two tickets are waiting
We’ll toast on the coast far from this town