Texty:
Gypsy

how she works, her sick and twisted gypsy curse She can swallow knives, she can swallow lives Golden black stare but the night of your demise Try to runaway with the gypsy

I pretend I'm at home getting dressed for a date I take a comb, comb my hair Take a flower, smell it and put it in my lapel And I spot the audience Once

Extra, extra, hey, look at the headline Historical news is being made Extra, extra, they're drawing a red line Around the biggest scoop of the decade

If Momma was married, we'd live in a house As private as private can be Just Momma, three ducks, five canaries, a mouse Two monkeys, one father, six turtles

Let me entertain you Let me make you smile Let me do a few tricks Some old and then some new tricks I'm very versatile And if you're real good I'll

Have an egg roll, Mr. Goldstone Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone Any spare that I can spare, I'll be glad

Funny, you're a stranger who's come here Come from another town Funny, I'm a stranger myself here Small world, isn't it? Funny, you're a man who goes

Wherever we go, whatever we do We're gonna go through it together We may not go far, but sure as a star Wherever we are, it's together Wherever I go,

You'll never get away from me You can climb the tallest tree, I'll be there somehow True, you could say, "Hey, here's your hat" But a little thing like