the guilty undertaker sighs
the lonesome organ grinder cries
the silver saxophones say i should refuse you
the cracked bells and washedout 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 drinking from my broken cup
and ask me to
open up the gate for you
i want you i want you
yes i want you so bad
honey i want you
how 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
yes i want you so bad
honey i want you
4
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 because he lied
and because he took you for a ride
uh because time was on his side
and because i
i want you i want you
yes i want you so bad
honey i want you
Artist: Bob Dylan
Year: 1966
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 116