Lang Tall Sally
(Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.)
Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken,
his ships they're all on fire.
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire.
She spies him through the glasses
from the pawnshops of her wicked father.
She hails him with a microphone
that some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
she waves a Nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
she wants to be his woman.
He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep
but kindly le
Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken,
his ships they're all on fire.
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire.
She spies him through the glasses
from the pawnshops of her wicked father.
She hails him with a microphone
that some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
she waves a Nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
she wants to be his woman.
He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep
but kindly le
Pooh Song
when the cats and dogs is falling
I'm recalling you
you said I'd be bored today
and I don't know what I want to do
wise eyes tell me twice
dance like penguins in my table
ain't my kind of joy
on every Friday night
I'm just whistling on a song
when I'm out of milk and honey
I'm recalling you
when my walls are closing in
I always have a place to go
I'm just whistling on a song
songs I know / songs we wrote
songs I know / songs we wrote together
I'm just whistling on a song
when my world is far too evil
I'm recalling you
things are hard to understand
there's little that I really know