Getting high at a quarter to nine,
and you throwing all your favourite lines.
And that red-head said he's living with you,
and he copies everything you do...
And you throw your California smile,
and you warn me this could take a while,
So while you think of something to do,
I'm thinking I could stick with you.
Cause you're great Alexander, you're great Alexander
you've made up a name for yourself
Cause you're great Alexander, The Great Alexander
you've made up a name for yourself
In a town at the edge of the Nile,
I can see that California smile.
There's a boat with your name on the side,
and it waits for the turn of the tide.
In between your Casino and mine,
I can see that there's a delicate line.
And I can't tell our voices apart, and I can't tell your life from art
You're a ghost Alexander, at most Alexander.
You've made up a name for yourself.
Cause you're great Alexander, The Great Alexander,
You're still sitting there on the shelf...
Cause you threw me California, the Great California,
ring me when you've had enough of California.
You're a ghost Alexander, the Great Alexander,
you've made up a name for yourself, Alexander.
The first Alexander, The Great, Alexander,
the Great's, the only man that you hate, Alexander.
You threw me California, I can't beat Alexander,
the Great's, the only man that you hate.