Le meilleur club de jazz de Paris

歌詞

A hot little boy in the Santa Sofia ( a morgue in Istanbul ) At eleven-o'clock in the morning Under the dome with a hangover head It's that little boy's first date with the monster And I sulk Don't be talkin' to me I sulk Like a deportee I sulk I got a eggiweg head It's gonna be a while till I get out of your bed Killed out Flat on my back Killed out But I don't care Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, you're the one. Dead as a post and twice as much fun. So much effort for a stupid noise And your mother bakes cakes real slow in the afternoon sun The big drum is a wonderful sound And there it is - Killed out Alcohol and the American artist Alcohol and the American artist Edgar Allen Poe and Dorothy Parker I wanna be an American artist I'm vacant I haven't got a lot on my mind I like sonic the phonebook I haven't got a lot on my mind I'm vacant Don't waste time tryin' to get to me No no no no Cause I sulk I'm gonna bite your face I sulk I fill your world with Mace I sulk I'm in need of a shave I sulk Yeah from beyond the grave Killed out Well I'm flat on my back Killed out I don't care No sex no drugs no science no sin If your name's down here then you're going straight in No sex no drugs no science no sin Welcome to eternity - Blame it on Sting Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, you're the one. Dead as a post and twice as much fun. (x4)