She held out her hand and he had to comply
She spoke with her eyes and Christopher Brady had met his own 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, yeah

Then he held out his hand and she had to comply
He spoke with his eyes and the beautiful lady became Mrs. Brady
Time came to end the whoop-de-doo
The old man of plenty, his young bride of twenty
Went on to live a life of flair
She merely wished it and it was there, yeah

She held out her hand and he had to comply
She spoke with her eyes and Christopher Brady would shower his lady
Years brought an unexpected change
As Brady grew older his missus got bolder
A young man would always wait below
When she'd pull her shade down, up he would go, oh

But one night the old man couldn't sleep
While out for air he looked up and there he
Beheld love in silhouette betrayed
Quickly he shot him, right through the shade, he shot him dead

When he held out his hand and she could not comply
He spoke with his eyes and Christopher
Brady just kissed his old lady goodbye