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And the first senator's De Gaulle
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And the first sign of tourists are gone.
And the bus and the tourists are gone.
And the last first amateurists are gone.
And the bus and the tourists are gone.
And the last thing you hear is Saigon.
And the bus and the tourists are gone.
And you've thrown away your choice of lobster tickets
so you have to stay on
And you've thrown away your choice. You've lost your tickets,
so you have to stay on
And you've thrown away your joys of lobster picking
And you've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket
But the food-tarred walls and the market stalls
There's a hint that she'll eat you, too.
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to.
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a head in there she'll eat you too
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
In a country where the turnpike turns
In a country where they turn back time
In the morning from a bogus art movie
In the morning from a Bogart movie
In the rhythm of Eve Fontaine
In the rhythm of the new-born day
In the rhythm of the new frontier
In the rhythm of the new-born day
Innocent Tanya, bound to leave her
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
Innocent time, you're bound to rape her
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
It's the year of the goat.
It's the year of the cat.
On a Monarch from a boat yard moving.
On a morning from a Bogart movie.
On a morning from a Foghat movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like fee taloric
Contemplating a crime.
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.
On a morning from a folk art movie
On a morning from a Bogart movie
On a morning from a polecat movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Beatle Ari
Contemplating a crime
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.
On a morning from a polecat movie
On a morning from a Bogart movie
On the bus I'm a tourist's cigar.
And the bus and the tourists are gone.
Stewart Al's, "Year Of The Cat"
One morning comes and you're still withered.
Well, morning comes and you're still with her.
Pete Colani, come and play in my grime
Peter Lorre contemplating a crime
Pete Delori contemplating a crime.
Peter Lorre contemplating a crime.
Pete or Lori contemplating a crime
Peter Lorre contemplating a crime
Peter Lorre and to plating a rhyme.
Peter Lorre contemplating a crime.
Pizza Larry contemplating a crime
Peter Lorre contemplating a crime
She comes in incest or Pit Julie
She comes in incense or patchouli
She comes in innocence and so truly.
She comes in incense and patchouli.
She comes incensed and petulantly
She comes in incense and patchouli
Strolling through the crowd
Like Big Delores contemplating a crime.
Strolling through the crowd
Like Peter Lorre contemplating a crime.
The air of a kind
The year of the cat
To the rhythm of the new-born team
or
To the rhythm of the new fontaine.
In the rhythm of the new-born day.
You go strolling through the crowd like Pete Scolari
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre.
You go strolling through the crowd like Pete Tolari.
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre.
You go strolling through the crowd like pink Tavares...
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre...
You go strolling through the crowd like
Pete Tolare contemplating a crime.
You go strolling through the crowd like
Peter Lorre contemplating a crime.
You've thrown away your 'choice of lobster' ticket.
You've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket.
You've thrown away your choice of lobster chicken.
You've thrown away your chance and lost your ticket.
Enus and Tonya bound to Libra
You know sometime you're bound to leave her.
...and the rhythm of the new Fontaine
...and the rhythm of the new-found day
And rev 'em up a new Fontaine
In the rhythm of the new-born day.
And the boss eyed senoras are gone
And the bus and the tourists are gone.
And the first sign of tourists are gone
And the bus and the tourists are gone.
And the first summer tourists are gone
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And the wisdom of a new born king.
Innocent Tanya has found the reason
And tonight you're going to say.
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
Big Talari contemplating a crime
Peter Lorre contemplating a crime
Eros and Tanna, bound to leave her
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
"Eros" and "Tanna" were the names of the two aliens in Edward Wood's 1959 mega-turkey "Plan 9 from Outer Space".
If you're volatile, your sense of which direction completely disappears
And you follow till your sense of which direction completely disappears
In a morning from a forecast moonbeam
On a morning from a Bogart movie
I'm only posting this now because I've just realized after 40 years that I've been singing it wrong all this time. What a "forecast moonbeam" was supposed to be I have no idea, but when you look at the lyrics to America's "Tin Man" you realize that no lyrics are too weird to write.
In the yell of the cat
In the year of the cat
Innocent Tanya
Bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
Innocent time you're bound to leave her
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
On a morning from a bulldog movie
(later)
By the Foodtown store near the market stores
On a morning from a Bogart movie
(later)
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
She comes in and says “I’m for Julie”
She comes in incense or patchouli
The year of the can
The year of the cat
The year of the cap
The year of the cat
There's a yenta she leads you to
There's a hidden door she leads you to
You go strolling through the crowd like Bussolari
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
You go strolling through the crowd like Pete Tolare
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
You go strolling through the crowd like a pizza roll
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
she comes and then says, I'm pajulie
She comes in incense and patchouli