It didn't feel like Sunday Didn't feel like June When he met his silent partner in that lonely corner room That over looked the marquee Of the Plaza all-adult And he was not lookin' for romance Just someone he could trust [Chorus:] And it wasn't no way to carry on It wasn't no way to live But he could put up with it for a little while He was workin' on something big Speedball rang the night clerk Said, "Send me up a drink" The night clerk said "It's Sunday man, ...wait a minute Let me think There's a little place outside of town that might Still have some wine" Speedball said, "Forget it, can I have an outside line? [Chorus] It was Monday when the daymaids Found the still made bed All except the pillows that lay stacked Up at the head And one said, "I know I've seen his face I wonder how he is? The other said, "Probably just another clown Workin' on something big"