Take her to the cinema. And leave you in a wimpy bar. You tell me that we've gone too far. Come running up to me. Make the scene at cousin Jack's. Leave him to put the bottles back.
I once met a girl. With the life in her hands. And we lay together. On the summerday sands. . I gave her my raincoat. And told, "Lady, be good". And we made truth together.
They left me, leaving my house on fire, me running round ---. got out through the window.. While clinging to the skirts of fate. was not my idea of fun.
I have to call you up. Think I've seen a vision of rhythm in gold.. No cat could ever move that way. No puss would dare to be so bold.. Must tell the boys to follow you..
Tip-toes in silence 'round my bed. And quiets the raindrops overhead. With her everlasting smile. She stills my fever for a while. . Oh, nursie, dear.
The bomb's in the china. The fat's in the fire.. There's no turkey left on the table.. The commuter's return on the six o'clock flyer. brings no bale of hay for the stable..
Blew my smoke on a sunny day. when the first black powder came my way.. Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold ---. to win fair lady and take your gold.. I know it hardly seems the time ---.
Got a grand house out in the country.. Marble pillars holding the door.. Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before.. Got a Roller out in the garage..
I work in dark factories --- a cog in the big wheel. driving grey satanic mills and weaving sad stories.. And faceless masters --- oh, they pay me plenty ---.