Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow.
Farewell, Angelina The sky is on fire And I must go.
There's no need for anger There's no need for blame.
There's nothing to prove Everything's still the same. Just a table standing empty
By the edge of the sea means Farewell, Angelina
The sky is trembling And I must leave.
The jack and the queen Have forsake the courtyard.
Fifty-two gypsies Now file past the guards
In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild
Farewell, Angelina The sky is falling I'll see you in a while.
See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun
Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun.
And the neighobrs they clap And they cheer with each blast.
Farewell, Angelina The sky's changing color And I must leave fast
King Kong, little elves On the rooftops they dance Valentino-type tangos
While the makeup man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone.
But Farewell, Angelina The sky's embarrassed And I must be gone.
The machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks
And fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks. Call me any name you like
I will never deny it, But Farewell, Angelina The sky is erupting I must go where it's quiet.