Once I sang you a story about Paul, who was in love with a container Now he's still an old man, life, life left to lonely Looking for a new way to survive, an evil owner Of a private club, of a building top, our hero is now on standby For a weekly date at the private club The owner arranges for, well, I'll tell you later Now I sang, from the beauty of the night There's no shame, I am the man Now I sang, from the beauty of the night There's no shame, I am the man The owner arranges for some master abundance A private show, well, to go for beauty around sixteen Make love with Paul, make love with Paul, I tried to Well, the mistress of perks put a seal to that deal By watching this show, oh, disgrace Now I sang, from the beauty of the night There's no shame, I am the man Paul is on sale for a fifty bucks note But the act of shame is still the same Now I sang, from the beauty of the night Now I sang, from the beauty of the night Now I sang, from the beauty of the night There's no shame, I am the man Now I sang, from the beauty of the night There's no shame, I am the man