Jackie Lyrics - Scott 2 - Scott Walker

And if one day I should become 

A singer with a Spanish bum 

Who sings for women of great virtue 

I'd sing to them with a guitar 

I borrowed from a coffee bar 

Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you 

My name would be Antonio 

And all my bridges I would burn 

And when I gave them some they'd know 

I'd expect something in return 

I'd have to get drunk every night 

And talk about virility 

With some old grandmother 

That might be decked out like a Christmas tree 

And though pink elephants I'd see 

Though I'd be drunk as I could be 

Still I would sing my song to me 

About the time they called me "Jacky" 

If I could be for only an hour 

If I could be for an hour every day 

If I could be for just one little hour 

Cute in a stupid ass way 

And if I joined the social whirl 

Became procurer of young girls 

Then I would have my own bordellos 

My record would be number one 

And I'd sell records by the ton 

All sung by many other fellows 

My name would then be handsome Jack 

And I'd sell boats of opium 

Whiskey that came from Twickenham 

Authentic queers 

And phony virgins 

If I had banks on every finger 

A finger in every country 

And every country ruled by me 

I'd still know where I'd want to be 

Locked up inside my opium den 

Surrounded by some china men 

I'd sing the song that I sang then 

About the time they called me "Jacky" 

If I could be for only an hour 

If I could be for an hour every day 

If I could be for just one little hour 

Cute in a stupid ass way 

Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice 

That if one day in paradise 

I'd sing for all the ladies up there 

And they would sing along with me 

And we be so happy there to be 

Cause down below is really nowhere 

My name would then be Juniper 

Then I would know where I was going 

And then I would become all knowing 

My beard so very long and flowing 

If I became deaf, dumb and blind 

(was: If I could play deaf, dumb and blind) 

Because I pitied all mankind 

And broke my heart to make things right 

I know that every single night 

When my angelic work was through 

The angels and the Devil too 

Would sing my childhood song to me 

About the time they called me "Jacky" 

If I could be for only an hour 

If I could be for an hour every day 

If I could be for just one little hour 

Cute in a stupid ass way