Sing Another Song, Boys

歌詞

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 just might go to sleep But kindly leave, leave the future, Leave it open." He stands where it is steep, Oh, I guess he thinks that he's the very first one, his hand upon his leather belt now Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner. And she will learn to touch herself so well As all the sails burn down like paper. And he has lit the chain Of his famous cigarillo. Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon, At least not the one that we're after; It's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends, And it carries no survivors. But lets leave these lovers wondering Why they cannot have each other, And let's sing another song, boys, This one has grown old and bitter.