[Intro — Late-Night Piano, Upright Bass, Soft Brushed Drums, Distant Bar Ambience] [MILLIONAIRE — on the phone, slightly confused, slow and slurred:] Hello … mate? You busy? I’ve got … a tiny little problem. [BODYGUARD — deep, serious, professional:] How tiny, sir? [MILLIONAIRE:] The floor keeps moving. [Brief Piano Pause] [BODYGUARD:] Stay exactly where you are. And for once in your life … Don’t negotiate with the furniture. [Verse 1 — Millionaire, Loose Rhythmic Rap, Slightly Slurred Delivery] The bar was classy, the evening was fine, One little whisky, another glass of wine. The music was smooth, the company grand, I had the whole situation perfectly planned. Then the lights got blurry, the room took a turn, I tried to stand up … a lesson to learn. The bartender smiled, said, “Sir, take it slow.” I said, “I’m a millionaire!” He said, “Yes, sir. We know.” [BODYGUARD — Controlled, Slightly Irritated Rap] I leave you alone for two hours, sir. Two. And somehow the laws of gravity fail on you. You own half the skyline, you negotiate deals, But apparently standing upright exceeds your skills. I’m on my way. Don’t touch your keys. Don’t order another round. Don’t charm the police. [MILLIONAIRE — Mumbling, Almost Whispering] I wasn’t going to charm the police … Just the lady beside them. [BODYGUARD — Brief, Disbelieving Pause] Of course you weren’t, sir. [Verse 2 — Bodyguard, Serious Elegant Rap; Jazz Piano Continues] I walk through the entrance, I know what I’ll find: A tailored black suit and a questionable mind. Your tie’s on your shoulder, your pride’s on the floor, And you’ve somehow befriended a coat by the door. You raise up your glass like a king on his throne, Then ask the empty chair why it came here alone. I take off my jacket, I settle the bill, And tell the whole room, “He’s coming with me. Still.” [MILLIONAIRE — Soft, Confused] You came all this way just for me? [BODYGUARD — Stern, But with Genuine Concern] Yes, sir. That’s the job. And someone has to make sure you get home in one piece. [MILLIONAIRE] You’re a good man. [BODYGUARD] Don’t use that against me, sir. [Short Hook — Restrained, No Choir, Jazz Piano and Bass] [MILLIONAIRE — slightly slurred:] F…K! Man … think I’m drunk. My legs have gone, my balance has sunk. The room’s doing circles, the lights look funny … [BODYGUARD — dry, firm:] You’ve had enough, sir. [MILLIONAIRE:] But I still have money! [BODYGUARD:] Money can’t teach your knees to stand. Come on, sir. Give me your hand. [Instrumental Interlude — Warm Jazz Piano Solo, Upright Bass, Brushes; No Beat Drop] [Verse 3 — Quiet, More Personal; Bodyguard Leads] I know every face that approaches your name, Who wants your fortune, who plays your game. I watch every doorway, each shadow, each glance, But I can’t protect you from every bad chance. And I don’t mind the late nights, the calls after two, The endless emergencies you somehow fall into. But I won’t stand here smiling while you ruin your health. I guard more than your money, sir. I guard you yourself. [MILLIONAIRE — Voice Softens, Still Slightly Confused] You know … sometimes I forget that you’re a person, too. Not just the man who fixes everything. [BODYGUARD — Quiet, Sincere, Still Professional] Then remember it tomorrow, sir. Tonight, you need some water and a bed. [MILLIONAIRE] Can I have coffee? [BODYGUARD] Water first. [MILLIONAIRE] A little champagne? [BODYGUARD — Firm, Slightly Offended] Sir. [MILLIONAIRE] Water. Right. Water. [Bridge — Solo Piano, Soft Upright Bass, Intimate Dialogue] [MILLIONAIRE:] I’m sorry I called you out so late. [BODYGUARD:] I’m not angry that you called, sir. I’m angry you waited until you couldn’t walk straight. Next time, you call me earlier. [MILLIONAIRE:] You’d really come? [BODYGUARD:] Every time, sir. That’s not the part you should be testing. [Final Reprise — Quiet Rap, Minimal Drums] [MILLIONAIRE:] F…K! Man … think I’m drunk. I may have lost my balance … [BODYGUARD:] But not your way home, sir. I’ve got you. [Outro — Natural Dialogue, Soft Piano] [MILLIONAIRE:] Home, James … [BODYGUARD:] My name isn’t James, sir. [MILLIONAIRE:] I know … you’re better dressed. [BODYGUARD:] Seat belt, sir. [MILLIONAIRE:] Already married? [BODYGUARD:] To professionalism, sir. [Small Pause] [BODYGUARD — quietly, with a hint of a smile:] And tomorrow … you’re paying for the car wash. [MILLIONAIRE — Faint, Sleepy Laugh] Fair enough, mate … [Final Solo Piano Chord — Warm Room Reverb, Natural Fade]
