Tom Waits - Swordfishtrombones Lyrics
Well he came home from the warWith a party in his headAnd modified brougham devilleAnd a pair of legs that opened upLike butterfly wingsAnd a mad dog that wouldntSit stillHe went and took up with a salvation armyBand girlWho played dirty waterOn a swordfishtromboneHe went to sleep at the bottom ofTenkiller lakeAnd he said gee, but itsGreat to be home.Well he came home from the warWith a party in his headAnd an idea for a fireworks displayAnd he knew that hed be ready withA stainless steel macheteAnd a half a pint of ballentinesEach dayAnd he holed up in room above a hardware storeCryin nothing there but hollywood tearsAnd he put a spell on somePoor little crutchfield girlAnd stayed like that for 27 yearsWell he packed up all hisExpectations he lit out for californiaWith a flyswatter banjo on his kneeWith a lucky tiger in his angel hairAnd benzedrine for getting thereThey found him in a eucalyptus treeLieutenant got him a canary birdAnd shaked her head with every wordAnd chesterfielded moonbeams in a songAnd he got 20 years for lovin herFrom some oklahoma governorSaid everything this doughboyDoes is wrongNow some say hes doingThe obituary mamboAnd some say hes hanging on the wallPerhaps this yarns the only thingThat holds this man togetherSome say he was never here at allSome say they saw him down inBirmingham, sleeping in aBoxcar going byAnd if you think that you can tell a bigger taleI swear to God youd have to tell a lie...
