Standard (EADGBE)

The guilty undertaker sighs,

 The lonesome 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 it's not that way,

 I wasn't 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 that 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, they've gone down,

True love they've been without it.

 But all their daughters put me down

 'Cause I don't think about it.

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades

 And talk with my chambermaid.

She knows that I'm not afraid

 To look at her

She is good to me

And there's nothing she doesn't see.

 She knows where I'd like to be

But it doesn't 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 wasn't very cute to him,

Was I?

 But I did it, though, because he lied

Because he took you for a ride

 And because tine was on his side

 And because I...

 I want you, I want you,

 I want you so bad

 Honey, I want you.

John Fair jfair @vt.edu Roofing