Funeral Tango (Le Tango funèbre) Songtext
von Mort Shuman
Funeral Tango (Le Tango funèbre) Songtext
Oh, I can see them now
Clutching a handkerchief
And blowing me a kiss
Discreetly asking how
How come he died so young?
Or was he very old?
Is the body still warm?
Is it already cold?
All doors are open wide
They poke around inside
My desk, my drawers, my trunk
There′s nothing left to hide
Some love letters are there
And an old photograph
They've laid my poor soul bare
And all they do is laugh
Ha-hahaha-ha-hahaha
Oh, I can see them all
So formal and so stiff
Like a sergeant at arms
At the policeman′s ball
And everybody's pushing
To be the first in line
Their hearts upon their sleeves
Like a ten cent valentine
The old women are there
Too old to give a damn
They even brought the kids
Who don't know who I am
They′re thinking ′bout the price
Of my funeral bouquet
What they're thinking isn′t nice
'Cause now they′ll have to pay
Haha-hahaha, haha-hahaha
Oh, I see all of you
All of my phony friends
Who can't wait till it ends
Who can′t wait till it's through
Oh, I see all of you
You've been laughing all these years
And now all that you have left
Are a few crocodile tears
Ah, you don′t even know
That you′re entering your hell
As you leave my cemetery
And you think you're doing well
With that one who′s at your side
You're as proud as you can be
Ah, she′s going to make you cry
But not the way you cried for me
Ha, hahaha-ha, hahaha
Oh, I can see me now
So cold and so alone
As the flowers slowly die
In my field of little bones
Oh, I can see me now
I can see me at the end
Of this voyage that I'm on
Without a love, without a friend
Now all this that I see
Is not what I deserve
They really have a nerve
To say these things to me
No, girls, just bread and water
All your money you must save
Or there′ll be nothing left for us
When you're dead and in your grave
Ha, hahaha-ha, hahaha, ha-ha
Clutching a handkerchief
And blowing me a kiss
Discreetly asking how
How come he died so young?
Or was he very old?
Is the body still warm?
Is it already cold?
All doors are open wide
They poke around inside
My desk, my drawers, my trunk
There′s nothing left to hide
Some love letters are there
And an old photograph
They've laid my poor soul bare
And all they do is laugh
Ha-hahaha-ha-hahaha
Oh, I can see them all
So formal and so stiff
Like a sergeant at arms
At the policeman′s ball
And everybody's pushing
To be the first in line
Their hearts upon their sleeves
Like a ten cent valentine
The old women are there
Too old to give a damn
They even brought the kids
Who don't know who I am
They′re thinking ′bout the price
Of my funeral bouquet
What they're thinking isn′t nice
'Cause now they′ll have to pay
Haha-hahaha, haha-hahaha
Oh, I see all of you
All of my phony friends
Who can't wait till it ends
Who can′t wait till it's through
Oh, I see all of you
You've been laughing all these years
And now all that you have left
Are a few crocodile tears
Ah, you don′t even know
That you′re entering your hell
As you leave my cemetery
And you think you're doing well
With that one who′s at your side
You're as proud as you can be
Ah, she′s going to make you cry
But not the way you cried for me
Ha, hahaha-ha, hahaha
Oh, I can see me now
So cold and so alone
As the flowers slowly die
In my field of little bones
Oh, I can see me now
I can see me at the end
Of this voyage that I'm on
Without a love, without a friend
Now all this that I see
Is not what I deserve
They really have a nerve
To say these things to me
No, girls, just bread and water
All your money you must save
Or there′ll be nothing left for us
When you're dead and in your grave
Ha, hahaha-ha, hahaha, ha-ha
Writer(s): Mort Shuman, Eric Blau, Jacques Roman Brel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com