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International Scandal
03:01
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I saw Napoli
And did not die, as you can see
Nothing shakes me anymore
No, everything's a B-O-R-E, bore
Too vulgar a goal
Is happiness for my fancy soul
Rather, my life's ambition
Would be to rouse a global commotion
An international scandal
That'd give the world a slap
And put me on the map
An international scandal
A proper dose of strife
That'd bring me back to life
No celebrity
As yet and I'm pushing 40
Though the break I'm hoping for
Would spread my name from Prague to Singapore
An international scandal
An outrageous affair
That'd set the press afire
An international scandal
Like Foxy Knoxy and
Sollecito had then
But even if I'd manage to conquer
All the hate and contempt of this world
Still, something would be missing me
Something would be missing me
You, my former wife
Are the cause of that void in my life
Here's a scheme for you and I
To link our names anew for good this time
An international scandal
That would imply of course
Sexual intercourse
International scandal
We might as well be damned
But at least you'd be mine
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2. |
Wet with Rain
02:20
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Once I dreamt I was trapped in a painting
Hanging up there on your bedroom wall
A watercolor quite roughly depicting
A nightly street scene of Montmartre in fall
Wet with rain
Were the cobblestones
All over Lovers' Lane
There I stood alone watching you
Half-naked on your bed, so enticing
With your silky legs, sexy beyond words
Just being desirable, not even noticing
I was stuck in that French canvas work
All wet with rain
As the cobblestones
All over Lovers' Lane
There I stood alone wanting you
--solo--
All wet with rain
Were the cobblestones
All over Lovers' Lane
There I stood alone wanting you
Oh, what to make of that silly dream o' mine?
Ain't the kind of wet dream that I knew
It's about art, lust and a heart lost in Montmartre
On an autumn night on a Paris avenue
Wet with rain
Were the cobblestones
All over Lovers' Lane
There I stood alone with my soul
Drenched with pain
Your heart cold as stone has driven me insane
Ever since you left me hanging
In the pouring rain, I'm sighing
What a most inglorious feeling
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3. |
Coffee, Black
03:20
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It's all on you
From this moment on
It's all on you
You'll go on your own
It's all on you
Yet sure, we'll watch your back
Waiting outside in that Cadillac
It's all on you
To deal with these scums
It's all on you
Though remember, no guns
It's all on you
And first thing, get this straight Mac
The codeword here is "Coffee, black"
Coffee, black (X2)
So to recap
You go in, you sit at the bar
Next to the chap
Smokin'a Cuban cigar
He'll know you by the secret cue
Two knocks on the counter
While you promptly order
Coffee, black (X2)
It's all on you
No mistake can be done
It's all on you
Keep cool and focused, son
It's all on you
And don't you invert back
The words order in "Coffee, black"
Coffee, black (X2)
So to recap
You go in, you sit at the bar
Next to the chap
Smokin'a Cuban cigar
He'll know you by the secret cue
Two knocks on the counter
While you promptly order
Coffee, black (X2)
It's all on you
The plan has gone wrong
It's all on you
We're unmasked... Quick, let's run!
You fool
Why'd you have to ask
For "Black Coffee" instead of "Coffee, Black"
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4. |
Not Without a Kiss
02:50
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Not without a kiss (X2)
I won't let go of you, oh no
'Til I taste your sweet lips
Not without a kiss (X2)
Want your freedom? Pay the ransom
Then I'll untie your wrists
Tonight, I broke into your quarters
And bound you real tight
To collect pending lovers' IOUs
It's up to you
To pay your dues
It's up to me
To make sure you don't break free
Not without a kiss (X2)
I won't let go of you, oh no
'Til I taste your sweet lips
Not without a kiss (X2)
Want your freedom? Pay the ransom
Then I'll untie your wrists
Downright extortion
That's what it is, but mind you
Outright privation of affection is vile too
It's up to you
To pay your dues
It's up to me
To make sure you don't break free
--solo--
It's up to you
To pay your dues
It's up to me
To make sure you don't break free
Not without a kiss (X2)
I won't let go of you, oh no
'Til I taste your sweet lips
Not without a kiss (X2)
The kind of love I'm thinking of
Is more than just a kiss
Way more than just a kiss
But not without a kiss
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5. |
The Scent of Vetiver
02:27
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The scent of vetiver
Is rather wild and yet austere
The scent of vetiver
Smells like a painful souvenir
The scent of vetiver
Has been strictly banned in here
The scent of vetiver
The fragrance Madam used to wear
It was last november
That she left, without appeal
The master for a lover
And in the house, since this ordeal
The scent of lavender
Has been spread all around to conceal
The scent of vetiver
The fragrance Madam used to wear
Will she come back
Will she come back
Will she come back to him?
The way memories keep coming back
When you got it bad like him
As Monsieur's private driver
I've seen him suffering his share
Of guilt, of fierce love fever
I've seen him begged her in despair
The scent of vetiver
Alas in the end overcame the billionaire
For after this endeavor
She did answer his dire prayer
She did come back
She did come back
She did come back to him
To find him lying on his back
In a bloodbath, poor him
And near his cold cadaver
A sharp red-stained glass sliver
Of a broken flask, and all over
The brisk scent of vetiver
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6. |
The Crimson Gang
02:27
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Are you a mugger
Who'd kill over a dollar?
Then come and be a member
Of the ill-famed Crimson gang
Are you a murderer
Who'd do in his own mother?
Welcome, be a member
Of the ill-famed Crimson gang
Infamously all over
The nefarious underworld
A name that hits you with a bang
Now recruiting among the mob
To all crooks without a job
Come join the Crimson gang
Hey you, kidnapper
In search of a customer
Come work as a member
Of the ill-famed Crimson gang
You too, you swindler
Your idle days are over
You lucky new member
Of the ill-famed Crimson gang
Infamously all over
The nefarious underworld
A name that hits you with a bang
Now recruiting among the mob
To all crooks without a job
Come join the Crimson gang
Why Crimson, you may wonder
And not another color?
Well, as the gang leader
Let me explain the matter
It couldn't have been blue
'Cause fresh blood just ain't blue
It had to be the hue
Of love untrue
Me, I was a lover
Affectionate and tender
A typical non-member
Of the ill-famed Crimson gang
A few heartaches later
Here am I, cold and somber
Yeah, meet the meanest member
Of the ill-famed Crimson gang
Infamously all over
The nefarious underworld
A name that hits you with a bang
Now recruiting among the mob
To all crooks without a job
Come join the Crimson gang
Hey you (fraudster), come join the Crimson gang
Hey you (blackmailer), come join the Crimson gang
Hey you (burglar), come join the Crimson gang
All of you brothers, come join the Crimson gang
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7. |
Affinities
03:37
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Most of the time, booming love stories
Are just matters of affinities
You know, when two are mutually pleased
To share the very same antipathies
As one despising the whole human species
I didn't believe much in affinities
'Til one day, just like a fresh breeze
I met a woman who shared my disease
Han, han, han, han, han, han, han
Han, han, han, han, han, han, han
Han, han, han, han, han, han, han, han, han
Yeah, one day, just like a fresh breeze
I met a woman who shared my disease
She too looked blasé and cold as a deep-freeze
To name a few of our affinities
I found her, one of those oddities
While I was conveying sympathies
At one of those crowded funeral parties
The last place you'd look for affinities
She was the coolest of all them ladies
Well, yes indeed, she was the deceased
Han, han, han, han, han, han, han
Han, han, han, han, han, han, han
Han, han, han, han, han, han, han, han, han
She was the coolest of all them ladies
Well, yes indeed, she was the deceased
On love and all his mysteries
Here is my humble expertise
You'll miss the forest for the trees
If you ever overlook affinities
Well, as for me, now my soul is at ease
Oh, thanks to those blessed affinities
Along with my love, I live in peace
In one of the town's cemeteries
Far from the people and their vanities
We still cultivate our affinities
While I sing to her sweet melodies
She just keeps pushing up the daisies
Han, han, han, han, han, han, han
Han, han, han, han, han, han, han
Han, han, han, han, han, han, han, han, han
While I sing to her sweet melodies
She just keeps pushing up the daisies
On love and all his mysteries
Here is my humble expertise
You'll miss the forest for the trees
If you ever overlook affinities
Most of the time, booming love stories
Are just matters of affinities
You know, when two are mutually pleased
To share the very same deviancies
So find that one girl that suits your fancies
And swear to love her for all eternities
Then if she dies prior to her forties
Well, invite me to her obsequies
Then if she dies prior to her forties
Invite me to her obsequies
Oh wow, so that's your girl...
Well, if she dies prior to her nineties
Invite me to her obsequies
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8. |
Gina
02:55
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Gina, has anyone seen her?
Gina, has anyone seen her?
Gina the genie came out of her lamp
To grant me three wishes, that was the main plan
But when she heard
My first one was
To possess her
She turned back to gas
Oh Gina, she made me a sinner
Oh Gina, she made me a sinner
A little later she came back again
And said: "First wish rejected, don't waste all of them"
So I replied: "Alright
My second will be
To get married tonight
To you, elusive lady"
Oh Gina, the persian Cinderella
Gina, the persian Cinderella
"You ain't the smartest" is what she told me
"You're asking for things that just cannot be.
Or don't you know
We genies are wed
To our lamp, and so
Please get that through your head"
Oh Gina, the genie
Well, she's the only one for me
Oh Gina, the genie
Yeah, she's the one
"It's time for your last wish" is what she said
"Let's get it over with, so I can go back to bed"
That's when upon me fell
That genius idea
My wish never to tell
To get to stick with Gina
Gina, my love life's sine qua non
Gina, my love life's sine qua non
Now, 20 years later, she's still here with me
We fell in love as I kept pushing back wish #3
So, to lovers out there
Remember to never
Explicitly care
Do love but do it clever
Oh Gina, the genie
Well, she's the only one for me
Oh Gina, the genie
Yeah, she's the one
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