Lyrics:

He thought he was the king of America
Where they pour Coca-Cola just like vintage wine
I try hard not to become hysterical
I'm not sure if I am laughing or I'm crying
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this hurting feeling
Disappear like it was common sense
I was a fine idea at the time
Now I'm a brilliant mistake

She said that she was working for the ABC news
It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use
Her perfume was unspeakable, it lingered in the air
Like her artificial laughter, mementos of affairs
Oh, I said, "I see you know him
Isn't that very fortunate for you?"
She showed me his calling card
He came third or fourth and there were more than one or two
He was a fine idea at the time
Now he's a brilliant mistake
Now he's a brilliant mistake

I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where Gigolo and Gigolette
Take a kiss without regret
Oh, they forget their broken dreams
You laugh today, you'll cry tomorrow
When you behold your shattered dreams
Where Gigolo and Gigolette
Awake to find their eyes are wet
With tears that tell of broken dreams
Here is where you'll always find me
Always walking up and down
But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town
The joy you find, you have to borrow
You cannot keep it long it seems
But Gigolo and Gigolette
Still sing a song and dance along
The boulevard of broken dreams

Here is where you'll always find me
Always walking up and down
'Cause I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town

He thought he was the king of America
But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams
They tricked him with mirrors and with chemicals
The words of love were whispered and replaced with screams
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this hurting feeling
Disappear like it was common sense
I was a fine idea at the time
Now I'm a brilliant mistake
Now I'm a brilliant mistake
Now I'm a brilliant mistake