Oh, Calcutta Joe was a modern rhino Who spun sweet and low on his mellow oboe While Flo the Hippo stood up on her big toe And swung her yoyo way up high
's sweeter Than apple butter, yeah My baby's sweeter You know, she's sweeter Than apple butter She's lonely tonight, yeah I brought her over from Calcutta
It's been a long ride down and this is your last stop All aboard for Little Calcutta All aboard for Little Calcutta All aboard for Little Calcutta Last stop, all aboard for Little Calcutta
the meadow made you want to kick and bray yourself at least you said so you were wild eyed, your lips were flecked with foam till warm calcutta called
Перевод: Саутсайд Джонни и Asbury Джукс. Маленькая Калькутте.
Перевод: Zevon, Уоррен. Калькутта.
Nous n'irons pas a Calcutta Calcule ta paye et tu verras que tu n'as pas assez pour ca car de Paris a Calcutta Il faut beaucoup de pesettas Nous serions
Aujourd'hui, c'est ma fete Et j'ai le c?ur en joie Je n'ai qu'une chose en tete Ma fete a moi Je vis seule et c'est chouette Mais ca fait qu'il n'y a
Verse 1: Hours past and days go by. And I still wonder why. You drive me crazy. And you know it. It's not so easy. To show it. You drive me crazy. And
They told me where to go (And I always follow) They told me what to do (I swallowed every drop down) They told me bedtime stories (of how I'd rise above
is it hard for you to sleep at night? the battle glowing in your smile and is it hard to tie perfection in a tie? is it just too hard to say goodbye?
it seems we're fading kinda fast. like the red brake lights rushing past. this is morning, waking up when you're still at the bar lurking around with
I scratched my name into the table. The knife and phone just fucking lay there. I orchestrate a day of routine elements. These letters are are so old
Losing sight of a past time The years fly right by with the drinks It?s morning in this small apartment And I just threw up in the sink. The coke is
I sat with the drunks and the speed freaks and I watched all the drones strolling by. We sat on the street with our beers and our weed and we blew our
i'm sober like a sunday morning mass liars are lying to themselves i'm lost, oh i'm losing everything i'm wasted, i can't keep the night from falling
The surging blood rushes through me in tune to the pulsing in my head The message echoes over and over; what are you doing with your time? I'm a piece
