She held on her hand and He had to comply She spoke with her eyes and Cristopher Brady had met his old lady We drank But no one bought a round Everyone gathered All those who mattered To see who Had cought the millionaire When off came his top hat And down came his hair When he held on his hand and She had to comply He spoke with his eyes and A beautifull lady became Mrs. Brady Time came To end a whopty doo The old man of plenty His young bride of twenty When time to Live a life aflare She mearly wished And it was there He held on her hand and He had to comply She spoke with her eyes and Cristopher Brady would show her his lady Years brought An unexpected change As Brady grew older His misses got bolder A young man Would always wait below When she pulled her shade down Up he would go But one night The old man culdn't sleep While out for her he Looked up there he He held love In sillouette betray Quickly he shot'em Right through the shades He shot them dead When he held on his hand and She couldn't comply He spoke with his eyes and Cristopher Brady, just kissed his old lady Goodbye