The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should
refuse you
The cracked bells and the washed-
out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But itâs not that way
I wasnât 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
I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinking from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you
Now all my fathers theyâve gone down
True love theyâve been without it
But all their daughters put me down
Cause I donât think about it
Iâll return to the queen of spades
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I am not afraid to
look at her
She is good to me
Thereâs nothing that she doesnât see
She knows where I would like to be
But it doesnât 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
I know I wasnât that cute to him was I
But I did it because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
and because
Time is on his side and because
I want youâ¦