Emperor Norton In The Last Year Of His Life (1880) Lyrics - Chuck Prophet

Every set of keys is an original 

Every silver lining is a curse 

Anyone who's ever turned their back on me 

Always ends up facing something worse 

Something worse 

Some kind of nightmare or some kind of curse 

Miss Sally Rogers did a little dance for me 

Warmed me up and down my crooked spine 

Miss Sally Rogers, yes, she'll dance for anyone 

She'll be yours as easily as mine 

She'll be mine, Miss Sally Rogers never will be mine 

So I said Run around, run around, run around, run around Sal 

Run around, run around, run around, run around Sal 

Sally run around 

Last night it was snowing down on Market Street 

This morning there's three bodies in the cold 

All the love you're saving for a rainy day 

Won't be enough to save your wretched soul 

Save your soul 

Won't be enough to save your wretched soul 

Save your soul