作词 : Waits | |
He's got himself a homemade special | |
You know his glass is full of sand | |
And it feels just like a jaybird | |
The way it fits into his hand | |
He rolled a blade up in his trick towel | |
They slap their hands against the wall | |
You never trip, you never stumble | |
He's walking spanish down the hall | |
Slim him a picture of our Jesus | |
Or give him a spoon to dig a hole | |
What all he done ain't no one's business | |
But he'll need blankets for the cold | |
They dim the lights over on Broadway | |
Even the king has bowed his head | |
Every face looks right up at Mason | |
He's walking spanish down the hall | |
Latella's screeching for a blind pig | |
Punk Sander's carved it out of wood | |
He never sang when he got hoodwinked | |
They tried it all but he never would | |
Tomorrow morning there'll be laundry | |
But he'll be somewhere else to hear the call | |
Don't say goodbye he's just leaving early | |
He's walking spanish down the hall | |
All St. Barthelemew said was whispered | |
Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes | |
All Baker told the machine | |
Was that he never broke the law | |
Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate | |
Take off your watch, your rings and all | |
Even Jesus wanted just a little more time | |
He's walking spanish down the hall |
zuo ci : Waits | |
He' s got himself a homemade special | |
You know his glass is full of sand | |
And it feels just like a jaybird | |
The way it fits into his hand | |
He rolled a blade up in his trick towel | |
They slap their hands against the wall | |
You never trip, you never stumble | |
He' s walking spanish down the hall | |
Slim him a picture of our Jesus | |
Or give him a spoon to dig a hole | |
What all he done ain' t no one' s business | |
But he' ll need blankets for the cold | |
They dim the lights over on Broadway | |
Even the king has bowed his head | |
Every face looks right up at Mason | |
He' s walking spanish down the hall | |
Latella' s screeching for a blind pig | |
Punk Sander' s carved it out of wood | |
He never sang when he got hoodwinked | |
They tried it all but he never would | |
Tomorrow morning there' ll be laundry | |
But he' ll be somewhere else to hear the call | |
Don' t say goodbye he' s just leaving early | |
He' s walking spanish down the hall | |
All St. Barthelemew said was whispered | |
Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes | |
All Baker told the machine | |
Was that he never broke the law | |
Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate | |
Take off your watch, your rings and all | |
Even Jesus wanted just a little more time | |
He' s walking spanish down the hall |
zuò cí : Waits | |
He' s got himself a homemade special | |
You know his glass is full of sand | |
And it feels just like a jaybird | |
The way it fits into his hand | |
He rolled a blade up in his trick towel | |
They slap their hands against the wall | |
You never trip, you never stumble | |
He' s walking spanish down the hall | |
Slim him a picture of our Jesus | |
Or give him a spoon to dig a hole | |
What all he done ain' t no one' s business | |
But he' ll need blankets for the cold | |
They dim the lights over on Broadway | |
Even the king has bowed his head | |
Every face looks right up at Mason | |
He' s walking spanish down the hall | |
Latella' s screeching for a blind pig | |
Punk Sander' s carved it out of wood | |
He never sang when he got hoodwinked | |
They tried it all but he never would | |
Tomorrow morning there' ll be laundry | |
But he' ll be somewhere else to hear the call | |
Don' t say goodbye he' s just leaving early | |
He' s walking spanish down the hall | |
All St. Barthelemew said was whispered | |
Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes | |
All Baker told the machine | |
Was that he never broke the law | |
Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate | |
Take off your watch, your rings and all | |
Even Jesus wanted just a little more time | |
He' s walking spanish down the hall |