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Revision as of 09:15, 25 March 2009
Lyrics
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor bar keep, horse theif, acrobat Rabbi, quaker, cigar maker BA, DA, diplmat I walk down the streets on friday people pulling down their shades don't know what they got against me what they got they got in spades what do you say, what do you say, what do you say boys its about time to make it shine like its on fire oh my brother you who know me tell me something I'll understand oh my mother if you love me won't you tell me mir mama loshen what do you say, what do you say, what do you say boys its about time to make it shine like the motherfucking northern lights oh my father you who know me tell me something I'll understand oh my sister if you love me won't you tell me mir mama loshen
Chords
I'll record this soon and put it up.
Comments
mir mama loshen means in the mother toungue in yiddish. the first verse is after a poem by aa milne, but the horse theif, bar keep, cigar maker, acrobat professions are all in the family. this is the last of my "heavy base line, lots of minor chords" song set that came out of Utah and California.
