My name is Windybank. I live the good life
For a living I travel and drink wine
I married a widow, a wealthy woman
15 years older than I
She has this daughter. Her name is Mary
She has a stock and it pays quite well
While she's at home, I get the interest
And I do with it what I will
But then young Mary, she grew quite restless
She began to want to date
But if she left us, I'd get no interest
And the good life would have to wait
My wife and I devised a plan
To keep the young lady home at bay
When she goes out, I will deceive her
And I will lock her love away
An alter ego I devised
With a mustache and glasses hide my eyes
Change my voice, add some whiskers
She's going to love me and I will not have to try
My alibi was rock solid
Her stepfather in the French countryside
After the party, I told her I loved her
And confessed my love will never die
Hook line and sinker. We were to marry
Under oath she said she'd only be with me
It was a long shot, but after our wedding
I disappeared never again for her to see
Then I was summoned up by the detective
To try to find my stepdaughter's last fiancé
Of course I showed up. He'll never find him
I'm afraid his permanent day gone away
Then in his office, he said he'd find him
I said, delightful. I'd like to see you try
And then he told me that he had found him
As he stared directly in my eye
He said, your typewriter say it's seen a brighter day
Every letter leaves these kinds of defects
I compared your note to the one he wrote
I hope you're feeling some kind of regret
And then he locked the door, so I hit the floor
I sat there just staring at his feet
Quick, I unlocked the door
I ran before he could unfurl his whip on my seat
My name is Windybank. I lived the good life
For a living, I traveled and drank wine
I married a widow, a wealthy woman
15 years older than I
She has this daughter. Her name is Mary
She had a stock, and it paid quite well
But the detective found out my secret
I know my life is just a burnin' hell