The guilty undertaker sighs,
   The lonely 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.