I Want You
  Dylan
 
  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]   Me drinkin' from that 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,
     
 [bad word] 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 tine was on his side
      And because I...
               I want you,  I want you,
             I want you so bad
           Honey, I want you.
 
 
 John Fair jfair @vt.edu Roofing