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 my broken cup and ask me to open up the gate for you

I want you, I want you
Yes 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 she's 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
Yes 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 or was I?
But I did it because he lied and because he took you for a ride
And because time is on his side and because I

I want you, I want you
Yes I want you so bad
Honey, I want you