F  Am  Dm  C  F
                  F                                     Am
           The guilty undertaker sighs, lonesome organ grinder cries
                  Dm                                                 C
           The silver saxaphones say I should refuse you
                  Bb                                                       C
           The cracked bells and washed out horns blow into my face with scorn
                        Dm                                            C
           But, it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you

                               F                Am
                             I want you, I want you
                               Dm              C
                             I want you so bad
                                            F
                             Honey, I want you

           The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep
           And the saviors who are fast asleep they wait for you
           And I wait for them to interrupt me drinking from my broken cup
           And ask me to open up the gate for you

                             I want you, I want you
                             I want you so bad
                             Honey, I want you

                                                  Am
                                           And all my fathers they've gone down
                                                  Dm
                                           True love they've been without it
                                                 Am
                                           And all their daughters put me down
                                                     Bb                   C
                                           Cause I don't think about it

           Now I return to the Queen of Spades, and talk to my chamber maid
           She knows that I'm not afraid to look at her
           She is good to me, there's nothing that she doesn't see
           She knows where I'd like to be, but it don't matter

                             I want you, I want you
                             I want you so bad
                             Honey, I want you

           Now, your dancing child in his chinese suit, he spoke to me, I took his flute
           You know I wasn't that cute to him, now, was I?
           But I did it because he lied, because he took you for a ride
           Cause time is on his side, and because...

                             I want you, I want you
                             I want you so bad
                             Honey, I want you...
                                          *Outro*   F Am Dm C (repeat n fade)