The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonely organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But its not that way,
I wasnt born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
Now all my fathers, theyve gone down,
True love theyve been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
cause I dont think about it.
Well, I return to the queen of spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that Im not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And theres nothing she doesnt see.
She knows where Id like to be
But it doesnt matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
Now your dancing child with his chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasnt very cute to him,
Was i?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I ...
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
