Playin’ with the Queen of Hearts
Knowin’ it ain’t really smart
The Joker ain’t the only fool
Who’ll do anythin’ for you.
-“BB”-
Don’t you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She’ll beat you if she’s able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can’t get
The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same
Don’t murder me, I beg of you, don’t murder me
Please, don’t murder me
Don’t murder me
But the game never ends when your whole world depends
On the turn of a friendly card
No, the game never ends when your whole world depends
On the turn of a friendly card
Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds, I know you of old
You have robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold
Tis raining, 'tis hailing, 'tis a dark stormy night
And my horses cannot travel for the moon gives no light
My horses cannot travel for the moon gives no light
If you like to gamble
I tell you, I’m your man
You win some, lose some
It’s all the same to me
The pleasure is to play
Makes no difference what you say
I don’t share your greed
The only card I need
Is the Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades
Day into night she’s with me
Turn of a card, she’s there
The first time is free, you know
But from now on, pay me
Me, me, me, me
Beware of the Queen of Spades
Her black widow’s curse might find you yet
Beware of a love that you will regret
Her love means only your death
You laid your cards down on the table,
And all your hearts have turned to spades.
'Cause the sun ain’t been seen
Since the last time you came clean.
I’m getting tired of so much gray.
The shoe is on the hand it fits, there’s really nothing much to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit 'cause it’s alright
Oh, well, a touch of grey, kinda suits you anyway
That was all I had to say and it’s alright
I will get by
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive
I’ve got all my life to live, and I’ve got so much love to give
And I’ll survive, yes, I’ll survive, yeah, I’ll survive
Oh, a single mom who works two jobs
Who loves her kids and never stop
With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter
I’m a survivor
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he’s watching us all with the eye of the tiger
On the way to Oklahoma, I turned into a cat
My true love was a tiger, I’m sure you can see that
I called the tiger Dolly, it was my mother’s name
On the way to Oklahoma you finally became sane
On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain
Don’t bother asking for explanations
She’ll just tell you that she came
In the Year of the Cat
When I grow up I want to be Peter Lorre
I want to snivel and sneer in a nasal whine
I want to cringe and curse
And maybe threaten worse
And if that doesn’t work I have a laugh
That will petrify your spine
They say that Richard Cory
Owns one half of this whole town
With political connections
To spread his wealth around
Born into society, a banker’s only child
He had everything a man could want
Power, grace, and style
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I’m living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
Oh, Lord, you made many, many poor people
I realize, of course, it’s no shame to be poor
But it’s no great honor either
So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?
If I were a rich man
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
All day long, I’d biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work hard
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain’t it sad?
And still, there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That’s too bad
In my dreams, I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work at all
I’d fool around and have a ball
I’m a lumberjack and I’m OK
I sleep all night, I work all day
He’s a lumberjack and he’s OK
He sleeps all night and works all day
I cut down trees, I eat my lunch
I go to the lavatory
On Wednesdays I go shopping
And have buttered scones for tea
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby