Funeral Tango

[Verse 1]

Oh, I can see them now clutching a handkerchief

And blowing me a kiss discreetly asking how

How come he died so young or was he very old

Is the body still warm, is it already cold?

All doors are open wide they grope around inside

My desk, my drawers, my trunk there's nothing left to hide

Some love letters are there, an old photograph

They've laid my poor soul bare and all they do is laugh

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha!

[Verse 2]

Oh, I can see them all, so formal and so stiff

Like a sergeant-at-arms at a policeman's ball

And everybody's pushing to be the first in line

Their hearts upon their sleeves like a ten-cent valentine

The old women are there too old to give a damn

They even brought the kids who don't know who I am

They're thinking about the price of my funeral bouquet

What they're thinking isn't nice, for now they'll have to pay

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha

[Verse 3]

Oh, I see all of you all of my phony friends

Who can't wait till it ends who can't wait till it's through

Oh, I see all of you you've been laughing all these years

And now all you have left are a few crocodile tears

Ah, you don't even know that you're entering your hell

As you leave my cemetery, you think you're doing well

With that one who's at your side you're as proud as you can be

Ah, she's going to make you cry but not the way you cried for me

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha

[Verse 4]

Oh, I can see me now, so cold and so alone

As the flowers slowly die in my field of little bones

Oh, I can see me now I can see me at the end

Of this voyage that I'm on without a love, without a friend

Now all this that I see is not what I deserve

They really have a nerve to say these things to me

No, girls, just bread and water and your money you must save

Or there'll be nothing left for us when you're dead and in your grave

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ha, ha, ha

• Artist:Scott Walker
• Album:"Scott 3" (1969)