Well ya play that Tarantella
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All the hounds they start to roar
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And the boys all go to hell
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Then the Cubans hit the floor
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And they drive along the pipeline
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They tango till they're sore
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They take apart their nightmares
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And they leave them by the door.
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Chorus:
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Let me fall out the window
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With confetti in my hair
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Deal out jacks or better
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On a blanket by the stairs
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I'll tell you all my secrets
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But I lie about my past
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So send me off to bed forever more.
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Make sure they play my theme song
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I guess daisies will have to do
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Just get me to New Orleans
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And paint shadows on the pews
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Turn the spit on that pig
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Kick the drum and let me down
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Put my clarinet beneath your bed
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Till I get back in town.
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Chorus
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Just sure she's all in calico
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And the color of a doll
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Wave the flag on cadillac day
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And a skillet on the wall
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Cut me a switch or hold you breath
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Till the sun goes down
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Write my name on the hood
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Send me off to another town.
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Chorus
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Tango Till They're Sore
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Tom Waits |