(Dylan)
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonely organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you, I want you
Oh so bad
Baby, I want you
Once a politician leaves
Upon the street where mothers weep
The saviours who are fast asleep
They wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin from my broken cup
And askin me to open up the gate for you
Woh baby I want you
I want you
I want you
Oh, so bad
Baby I want you
Now all my fathers, they've gone down
True love they've been without it
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it
Baby I want you
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn't very cute to him now was I
I did it because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I want you, baby I want you
I want youLuau!
Als ge trek hebt in een fijne malse zwijnenbout
Eet dan maar mijn vriendje op die is nog niet zo oud
Hij zit voor je klaar
Smullen nu dan maar
Snel een beetje anders wordt hij koud
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