of bells and laughter, set my heart-strings fluttering like bats through chapel rafters. On entering a clearing I did sense impending peril, beheld a Gypsy
Maria, you know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned) Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing
passenger car Filled with retired millionaires and movie stars [Incomprehensible] coats [Incomprehensible] and that would be all, she wrote And the gangsters, cowboys, gypsies
in fairy tales, in battlements of shining castles safe from the dragons that lie beneath the hill? Are you still a Russian princess rescued by a gypsy dancer
In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotti are partners At the Hotel Flamingo, wearing black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon
the sea Says, "Farewell, Angelina, the sky is trembling and I must leave" Well, the jack and the queen have forsake the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies now
To spend one night with you In our old rendezvous And reminisce with you That's my desire To meet where gypsies play Down in that dim cafe And dance
of a sleepless night Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane Like gypsy moths that dance
I see} What? {Ain't nothin' but a party, ain't nothin' but a party} Till the break of dawn As I look into the crowd tell me what I see Everybody on the dance
I saw her bus come down a little subway street She played a gypsy song with a three four beat And when I heard her voice She gave me vertigo She was
fun But it looks more like somewhere that you'd run from (repeat chorus) You should see the fear on the dancing bears' faces Take off their muzzles and check out the view The gypsy
don't work but I ain't lazy Some girl's always trying to save me She don't know this rock was meant to roll I got gypsy I got gypsy in my soul In my soul
Solution to his problems Can never be found Booze is what he choose Like a gypsy, he's tipsy He drinks too much whiskey Gypsy, he's tipsy, he drinks
on the fast lane Hot shot cars and helicopter parts And painted ponies going up and down in my brain This little girlie Mary Jane is drivin' me crazy A gypsy
my fate in the lines of my hands When I was a child in Provence Barefoot in the hills I dance once But the gypsy road is long The road's so long
you talk to Sing you their songs And there are times you change your stride There are times you can't decide Still you go on And then the young girls dance their gypsy
to live with regrets But what happens when regrets is all you got left? Cause you never got a fair chance How can you waltz through life when it's a square dance
I'd like to live in a wigwam Yes, I'd like to live in a wigwam I'd like to live in a wigwam And dance round the totem pole I'd like to live in an igloo