The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome 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,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin´ from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.

I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,

Honey, 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.

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I´m not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there´s nothing she doesn´t see.
She knows where I´d like to be
But it doesn´t matter.

I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,

Honey, 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,
Was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I ...

I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.