The candyman's complaining
he can't get the blood off his hands
He can't tell the difference between friends and powder fans
Hooked on what they're given, so they just won't go away
Gave them his umbrella, took it back on a rainy day

Char De Ville's complaining, 'bout the things we shrug wae'
Realised it matters, when your heart gets stolen away
Not the things he didn't do, the things he didn't say
Hanging on that look he gave her, stay in touch now

Each of them complaining about the situation
That they both know oh so well
Now each of them complaining 'bout his chosen vocation
But I'm not dealing with scum like you

And it's just a case of tragic magic
When you can't feeling fantastic
Just another case of tragic magic
The dealer re more than the man

And not a lot of people have the problems that they do
Offload all your troubles they'll come running back to you
This life is a puddle but the goodness does occur
So steal another shaving of the sultan's cook

Keep on complaining, move into the sadness lane
Come around and sing with me
Make everyone ecstatic using the chromatic scale
That no-one sings round here

And it's just a case of tragic magic
When you can't feeling fantastic
Just another case of tragic magic
you're no more than the man
The dealer re more than the man
More than the man

And you know I'd ask you, but I already know the answer
You'll say, "no" and call me a chancer
And you know I'd ask you, but I know what you'll say
You don't take no prisoners with scum like me

And it's just a case of tragic magic
When you can't feeling fantastic
Just another case of tragic magic
When you can't feeling fantastic

Oh it's just a case of tragic magic
When you can't feeling fantastic
Just another case of tragic magic
When you can't feeling fantastic

Just another case of tragic magic
When you can't feeling fantastic
Just another case of tragic magic
The dealer re more than the man
you're no more than the man
No more than the man

With the tragic magic
You'll never feel fantastic