Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken

His ships, they're all on fire

The moneylender's lovely little daughter

 Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire

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She spies him through the glasses

 From the pawnshops of her wicked father

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She hails him with a microphone

 That some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her

She tempts him with a clarinet

She waves a Nazi dagger

She finds him lying in a heap

 She wants to be his woman

He says, "Yes, I just might go to sleep

 But kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open."

He stands where it is steep

 Oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one

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His hand upon his leather belt now

 Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner

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And she will learn to touch herself so well

 As all the sails burn down like paper

And he has lit the chain

Of his famous cigarillo

Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon

 At least not the one that we're after

It's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends

 And it carries no survivors

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But let's leave these lovers wondering

 Why they cannot have each other

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And let's sing another song, boys

 This one has grown old and bitter

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