I Want You

The gypsy undertaker cries, the lonesome organ-grinder sighs,

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 drinking from this 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.

Well, all my fathers, they've gone down,

True love, they've been without it,

And all their daughters put me down

'Cause I don't think about it.

I return to the Queen of Spades, talk with her chambermaid,

She knows that I'm not afraid to look at her.

She is good to me, there's a-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.