Tropical night, Malaria moon. Dying stars of the silver screen. She danced that famous Gypsy dance. With a hole in her tambourine. . I was young enough and dumb enough.
I took my darling down. I took my darling down. To that big grey house down the lane. And then the doctor said. He said it's in her head. She's never going to be right again.
Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven?. Will the pubs never close, will the glass never drain. No more D.T.'s and no shakes. And no horrors.