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By Tom Waits, We sail tonight for Singapore, we're all as mad as
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By Tom Waits, Poor little lamb, now his fleece is all cold
Wakes up
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By Tom Waits, Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody
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By Tom Waits, If I was a seagull high in a loof
I'd sail
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By Tom Waits, Davenports and kettle drums
and swallow tail coats
table cloths and patent
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By Tom Waits, Intro(Kool Keith)
Yeah! This is a national message! N.A.S.A. worldwide! One...Take
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By Tom Waits, I wanna thank you all very much for comin' this
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By Tom Waits, Well, I'm standin' on the corner, watchin' all the girls
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By Tom Waits, Step right up, step right up, step right up,
Everyone's a
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By Tom Waits, (T. Waits/K. Brennan) Jalma Music (ASCAP)
Will you take me across
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By Tom Waits, Pale Face said
To the Eyeball Kid
She just goes clank and
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By Tom Waits, Well he came home from the war
with a party in
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By Tom Waits, Tabletop Joe, Tabletop Joe
everyone knows Tabletop Joe
well his mama didn't
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By Tom Waits, Phone's off the hook
No one knows where we are
It's a
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By Tom Waits, Well you play that tarantella all the hounds will start
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By Tom Waits, They say you're seeing someone
You're wearing his ring
They say you
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By Tom Waits, (Keith Richards/Tom Waits)
Well there's one thing you can't lose
It's
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By Tom Waits, On the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The
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By Tom Waits, I fell asleep down by the stream
And there I had
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By Tom Waits, It's the same with men as with horses and dogs
Nothing
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By Tom Waits, I love the way
The tattered clouds
Go wind across the sky
As
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By Tom Waits, The ocean doesn't want me today
But I'll be back tomorrow
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By Tom Waits, You dance real slow
You wreck it down
And you walk away
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By Tom Waits, [Spoken Word]
Well, let's see we had the Fairlane
And then the
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By Tom Waits, (instrumental)
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By Tom Waits, It's dreamy weather
where on you waved your crooked wand
along an
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By Tom Waits, TW: She drove a big ol' Lincoln with suicide doors
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By Tom Waits, Okay, alright, thank you, alright... now we can chat a
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By Tom Waits, (Instrumental)
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By Tom Waits, New corn yellow and slaughterhouse red
The birds keep singing
Baby after