歌手:Tom Waits
专辑:《Swordfishtrombones》

作词 : Waits
Well he came home from the war

With a party in his head

And modified brougham deville

And a pair of legs that opened up
Like butterfly wings

And a mad dog that wouldn't
Sit still

He went and took up with a salvation army
Band girl
Played dirty water
On a swordfishtrombone

He went to sleep at the bottom of
Ten killer lake

And he said gee but it's
Great to be home

Well he came home from the war
With a party in his head

And an idea for a fireworks display

And he knew that he'd be ready with
A stainless steel machete

And a half a pint of ballentine's
Each day

And he holed up in a room above a hardware store
Cryin' nothing there but Hollywood tears

And he put a spell on some
Poor little crutch field girl

And stayed like that for 27 years

He packed up all his
Expectations he lit out for California

With a flyswatter banjo on his knee

With a lucky tiger in his angel hair
And Benzedrine for getting there

Found him in a eucalyptus tree

Lieutenant got him a canary bird
And shaken her head with every word

And Chesterfield moonbeams in a song

He got 20 years for loving her
From some Oklahoma governor

Said everything this dough boy
Does is wrong

Now some say he's doing
The obituary mambo

And some say he's hanging on the wall

Perhaps this yarn's the only thing
That holds this man together

Some say that he was never here at all

Some say they saw him down in
Birmingham sleeping in a
Boxcar going by

And if you think that you can tell a bigger tale

I swear to God you'd have to tell a lie