The gFuilty undertaker sighs,
The lAmonesome organ grinder cries,
The sDmilver saxophones say I shoCuld refuse you.
The crA#acked bells and washed-out horns
Blow iCnto my face with scorn,
But Dmit”s not that way,
I wCasn”t born to lose you.


I waFnt you, I wAmant you,
I wDmant you so bCad,
Honey, I wFant you.


The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin” from that broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.


Now aAmll my fathers, they've gone down,
True lDmove they”ve been without it.
But alAml their daughters put me down
”CaA#use I don”t think abCout it.


Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I”m not afraid
To look at her
She is good to me
And there”s nothing she doesn”t see.
She knows where I”d like to be
But it doesn”t matter.


Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn”t very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because tine was on his side
And because I…