The Art of The Con

Modern Broadway / West End Musical Theatre - male vocals, duet, Pop, Jazz

MARTIN:
There’s a knack to running a show like this,
Keep the glasses full, never let ‘em miss!
The stag’s the bait, his friends all hooks,
With a smile and a laugh, who needs the books?

TIM::
But, Martin, these “special” drinks might be strong,
One sip, and they’re tipsy; two, they’re gone!
If they catch on, won’t they be sore?
This plan of yours might start a war.

MARTIN:
It’s the art of the con, a delicate dance,
With drinks that sparkle and a secret glance.
They’ll never know the scheme or the game,
'Cause in the end, the money’s the name.

TIM:
But I mixed ‘em too stiff, I fear a fall—
They’ll be out like lights, one and all!
If someone stumbles, the jig’s up fast—
They’ll trace it to you, and we won’t last.

MARTIN:
They’ll be havin’ too much fun to make a scene,
This “high-end bar” is a conman’s dream.
Our drinks come "rare," our service grand,
It’s all smoke and mirrors—just as planned!

[CHORUS]
It’s the art of the con, the dance of delight,
Under neon and strobe, in the shimmerin' light.
Pour another round, let the laughter roll,
Tonight they’re ours, heart, pocket, and soul!

[BRIDGE]
MARTIN:
They call me ruthless, they say it’s low,
But this is business, a show’s a show!
They want luxury? I give ‘em the flash,
For three times the price and half the stash!

A “Life Mechanics Class”—what’s a scam?
Just charge for the talk, no need for a sham!
A fortune orb? They’ll pay to believe,
While I make a fortune they can’t conceive.

[pause]

See, Tim, the world’s too quick to judge,
But I know a trick when I see a nudge.
And tonight, we’ll rake it in, no fuss, no blame,
They’ll leave none the wiser, and we’ll leave with fame.

TIM:
Well, Martin, it’s true, you’ve got the charm,
But these schemes of yours might cause alarm.
What if they wise up, sniff out the play?
The fallout might come our way.

[CHORUS]
Oh, it’s the art of the con, the heart of my trade,
Where I find the fortune, and they get played.
No need to worry, no cause to fear,
Tonight, my friend, the game is clear!

MARTIN:
A glass that sparkles, a laugh that’s high,
They’ll toast to memories, kiss goodbye!

TIM:
To secrets kept, and pockets light—
Here’s to the HighTime and one wild night!

[CHORUS]
BOTH:
It’s the art of the con, the thrill of the trade,
With dreams of gold, and debts unpaid.
Pour another round, and let the lights dim,
Tonight’s the night we’re goin’ all in!

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MARTIN: There’s a knack to running a show like this, Keep the glasses full, never let ‘em miss! The stag’s the bait, his friends all hooks, With a smile and a laugh, who needs the books? TIM:: But, Martin, these “special” drinks might be strong, One sip, and they’re tipsy; two, they’re gone! If they catch on, won’t they be sore? This plan of yours might start a war. MARTIN: It’s the art of the con, a delicate dance, With drinks that sparkle and a secret glance. They’ll never know the scheme or the game, 'Cause in the end, the money’s the name. TIM: But I mixed ‘em too stiff, I fear a fall— They’ll be out like lights, one and all! If someone stumbles, the jig’s up fast— They’ll trace it to you, and we won’t last. MARTIN: They’ll be havin’ too much fun to make a scene, This “high-end bar” is a conman’s dream. Our drinks come "rare," our service grand, It’s all smoke and mirrors—just as planned! [CHORUS] It’s the art of the con, the dance of delight, Under neon and strobe, in the shimmerin' light. Pour another round, let the laughter roll, Tonight they’re ours, heart, pocket, and soul! [BRIDGE] MARTIN: They call me ruthless, they say it’s low, But this is business, a show’s a show! They want luxury? I give ‘em the flash, For three times the price and half the stash! A “Life Mechanics Class”—what’s a scam? Just charge for the talk, no need for a sham! A fortune orb? They’ll pay to believe, While I make a fortune they can’t conceive. [pause] See, Tim, the world’s too quick to judge, But I know a trick when I see a nudge. And tonight, we’ll rake it in, no fuss, no blame, They’ll leave none the wiser, and we’ll leave with fame. TIM: Well, Martin, it’s true, you’ve got the charm, But these schemes of yours might cause alarm. What if they wise up, sniff out the play? The fallout might come our way. [CHORUS] Oh, it’s the art of the con, the heart of my trade, Where I find the fortune, and they get played. No need to worry, no cause to fear, Tonight, my friend, the game is clear! MARTIN: A glass that sparkles, a laugh that’s high, They’ll toast to memories, kiss goodbye! TIM: To secrets kept, and pockets light— Here’s to the HighTime and one wild night! [CHORUS] BOTH: It’s the art of the con, the thrill of the trade, With dreams of gold, and debts unpaid. Pour another round, and let the lights dim, Tonight’s the night we’re goin’ all in!

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