She held on her hand and He had to comply She spoke with her eyes and Christopher Brady Had meet his old lady We drank But no one bought a round Everyone gathered All those who mattered To see who Had caught the millionaire When off came his top hat And down came his hair When he held on his hand and She had to comply He spoke with his eyes and A beautiful lady Became Mrs. Brady Time came To end a whopty doo The old man of plenty His young bride of twenty When time to live a life of flaw She merely wished And it was there She held on her hand and He had to comply She spoke with her eyes and Christopher Brady Would show us his lady Years brought An unexpected change As Brady grew older His misses got bolder A young man Would always wait below When she pulled her shade down Up he would go But one night The old man couldn't sleep While out for her he Looked up out there he He held love In silhouette betray Quickly he shot'em Right through the shades He shot them dead When he held on his hand and She couldn't comply He spoke with his eyes and Christopher Brady Just kissed his old lady Goodbye