Farewell Angelina
Farewell AngelinaThe bells of the crownAre being stolen by banditsI must follow the soundThe triangle tinglesAnd the trumpets play slowFarewell AngelinaThe sky is on fireAnd I must go
There’s no need for angerThere’s no need for blameThere’s nothing to proveEv’rything’s still the sameJust a table standing emptyBy the edge of the seaFarewell AngelinaThe sky is tremblingAnd I must leave
The jacks and the queensHave forsaked the courtyardFifty-two gypsiesNow file past the guardsIn the space where the deuceAnd the ace once ran wildFarewell AngelinaThe sky is foldingI’ll see you in a while
See the cross-eyed pirates sittingPerched in the sunShooting tin cansWith a sawed-off shotgunAnd the neighbors they clapAnd they cheer with each blastFarewell AngelinaThe sky’s changing colorAnd I must leave fast
King Kong, little elvesOn the rooftops they danceValentino-type tangosWhile the makeup man’s handsShut the eyes of the deadNot to embarrass anyoneFarewell AngelinaThe sky is embarrassedAnd I must be gone
The machine guns are roaringThe puppets heave rocksThe fiends nail time bombsTo the hands of the clocksCall me any name you likeI will never deny itFarewell AngelinaThe sky is eruptingI must go where it’s quiet