The Jazz Passengers: Individually Twisted

Don't need no palace paved with gold.
Don't need more cash than banks could hold.

Whenever i get the feeling.
.
My sweet l'il darlin' gives me his love.

Don't catch me chasing round at night.i'm not impressed by glamorous sights.

L'il darlin' is obvious pretty.
So many guys you may see.
But my little darlin' only loves me.

I know he only loves me.
Yes, he loves me.
I know.
I know he loves me.

Oh yes, i know my man's in love with me.
Something, something tells me constantly.
Oh i'll never be the object of all men's eyes.
Or win no beauty prize.
It's me, and me alone he can see.
He likes to stay home in the evening.
Most people tell me he's rare.
As long as he loves me, i don't care, i don't care, i don't care.
I mean what i say when i say it...

Don't catch me chasing round at night.i'm not impressed by glamorous sights, no no no.

L'il darlin' is obvious pretty.
So many guys you may see.
But my little darlin' only loves me.
My little darlin' only loves me.
My little darlin' only loves me.
He loves only me.

Here's an idea that i have been brewing.
We all feel like ruins, so whatta ya say?
I've got these four wheels and who could want for more wheels?
Just throw in a suitcase.
We're off and away.
Let's drive south, way past the border, raise our passports high there.

Mexico will light our load.
Our spirits, they will fly there.
Don't say "oh haha" 'til you feel the baja.
The people are kind there, i know you will agree.
Frida carlo and katie gerado are two of my favorites.
They always have been.
Come with me to guadalejara.
Stop off at chiuaua.
Tiny dogs will greet us there.
We'll sit and yap for hours.

I'm just a vulture for old mayan culture, or reefs you can snorkle.
No bullfights for me.
Late in the morning, we'll catch a fiesta in time for siesta again.

Vera cruz will ease our blues then off up to durango.
I'm really partial to shellfish and mangoes and fresh cut celantro.
I know that you can go!
We'll try the flamenco.
Hey senor, don't be a bore.
This sadness you're bearing, it's wearing you down.
When you unravel, there's nothing like travel so pick up the pieces.
Take it from me.
All at once, your life is over for your very eyes.

So whatta ya say?
I say ole.
Ole.
Que padre?
Ole!
I say ole ole ole ole ole ole ole.
I say ole.

So drink up all you people.
Order, order anything you please.
Have fun, all you happy people.
The drinks, and the laugh's, on me.

Pardon me, hehe, but i gotta run.
The fact's uncommonly clear.
I gotta find who's my number one and why my angel eyes ain't here.
'scuse me while i disappear.

Uh, roy?
Yes deutch?
It's about my hats.
What about them? i mean, they bring something out in me. i...
I don't want that something, i want my hats back.
Why just... we're supposed to be friends... people who like each other want to see each other's lives enriched in some way...
You were seen last night in a restaurant havingdinnerwith one of my hats.
It's a small thing.

You know...
When i say you're a pork chop you best believe you're a pork chop.
P-o-r-k
C-h-o-p.

When a fella comes a callin' and you're waiting there til morning...
He's a pork chop.
Pork chop.

When he's whistlin his romances, and he's making other glances...
He's a pork chop.
Pork chop.

He's a running and a dancing while he paints the town a special blue.
Teaching roller skating to the missing farm, that's the way he do.

So i care about things.

He can play mysterioso and everybody knows so.
He's a pork chop.
Pork chop.

Gonna leave me at the altar reading comic books by faulkner.
He's a pork chop.
Pork chop.

He's dragging his ass round, promises he said he'd do
And i knew
He'd be ringin me this evening so suprised to hear me screaming "you're a pork chop!
Pork chop!"
I take issue.

You should try faulkner.
I should what!?
Try faulkner.
...soundsdirty.

Look. the thing is this: i am a doer.
Huh!
There are doers and there are don'ters.
Yes, yes...
I may not be there for you, but i am doing things.
Yes... uh huh...
That's a responsible person, a caring person, not what you say, a jambone de pork, whatever..
Wha... wait a second. just wait a second...
*muffled argument*

I try to tell my feelings, and he's looking at the ceiling.
He's a pork chop.
Pork chop.

On and on about abuses, and he's sitting being useless.
He's a pork chop.
(that's for sure!)

He's dragging his ass round, promises he said he'd do
And i knew
He'd be ringin me this evening so suprised to hear me screaming "you're a pork chop!
Pork chop!"

I am suprised! i don't know why...
*more obscured arguing to end*

Maybe i'm lost...
Watch while my mind starts to go...
Maybe i dribble a little.
Maybe i'm lost...

I only put up a front.
Losing the fear for the hunt.
Address me as madame kluseau!
People all tell me to go, to go, and jump off a bridge!

Where's my house?

Maybe it's time to relax.
Sell insurance and pack up your sax.
Buy a chateau au sud de la bronx.
Maybe they're right.

They say i should bolt.
Take a train on the fifth of july.
I'll pack some apples and eau de cologne.
Maybe i'll try, i'll try, i'll try and blow up a bridge!

I'd be staring at tugboats in june
And what is the name of this tune?
Turning tricks on the boat to calais.
I'd be queen for a day.
Then i'd settle for luck.
Daily double at old aqueduct.
I'd fill my pockets with sheckles and juice.
Put my winnings to use.
And go, and go, and blow up a bridge!

Where's my house?
What's my name?
Where am i?
Who are you?

Are they gone?
They're gone for now, but they'll be back.