Pirate Jenny Lyrics
| Song | Pirate Jenny |
| Artist | Nina Simone |
| Album | Empress Live! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You people can watch while | |
| I'm scrubbing these floors | |
| And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking | |
| Maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell | |
| In this crummy southern town in this crummy old hotel | |
| But you'll never guess to who you're talkin'. | |
| No, you couldn't ever guess to who you're talkin' | |
| Then one night there's a scream in the night | |
| And you wonder who could that have been? | |
| And you see me kinda grinnin' while | |
| I'm scrubbin' | |
| And you say, "What's she got to grin?" | |
| I'll tell you | |
| There's a ship, | |
| The Black | |
| FreighterWith a skull on its masthead will be coming in | |
| You gentlemen can say, "Hey gal, finish them floors!Get upstairs! What's wrong with you? Earn your keep here!”You toss me your tips and look out to the shipsBut I'm counting your heads as I'm making the beds'Cuz there's nobody gonna sleep here, tonightNobody is going to sleep here honeyNobody, nobody!Then one night there's a scream in the nightAnd you say, " | |
| Who's that kicking up a row?"And you see me kinda starin' out the windowAnd you say, " | |
| What's she got to stare at now?"I'll tell youThere's a ship, The Black Freighter turns around in the harborShootin' guns from her bowNow, you gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face'Cause every building in town is a flat oneThis whole frickin' place will be down to the groundOnly this cheap hotel standing up safe and soundAnd you yell, " | |
| Why do they spare that one?"Yes, that's what you say, " | |
| Why do they spare that one?"All the night through, through the noise and to doYou wonder who is that person that lives up there?And you see me stepping out in the morningLooking nice with a ribbon in my hairAnd the ship, The Black Freighter runs a flag up its mastheadAnd a cheer rings the airBy noontime the dock is a swarmin' with menComin' out from the ghostly freighterThey're movin' in the shadows where no one can seeAnd they're chainin' up people and they're bringin' 'em to meAskin' me, " | |
| Kill them now, or later?"Askin' me, " | |
| Kill them now, or later?"Noon by the clock and so still by the dockYou can hear a foghorn miles awayAnd in that quiet of death, I'll say, " | |
| Right now, right now!"Then they'll pile up the bodiesAnd I'll say, " | |
| That'll learn ya!"And the ship, The Black Freighter disappears out to seaAnd on it is me |
| You people can watch while | |
| I' m scrubbing these floors | |
| And I' m scrubbin' the floors while you' re gawking | |
| Maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell | |
| In this crummy southern town in this crummy old hotel | |
| But you' ll never guess to who you' re talkin'. | |
| No, you couldn' t ever guess to who you' re talkin' | |
| Then one night there' s a scream in the night | |
| And you wonder who could that have been? | |
| And you see me kinda grinnin' while | |
| I' m scrubbin' | |
| And you say, " What' s she got to grin?" | |
| I' ll tell you | |
| There' s a ship, | |
| The Black | |
| FreighterWith a skull on its masthead will be coming in | |
| You gentlemen can say, " Hey gal, finish them floors! Get upstairs! What' s wrong with you? Earn your keep here!" You toss me your tips and look out to the shipsBut I' m counting your heads as I' m making the beds' Cuz there' s nobody gonna sleep here, tonightNobody is going to sleep here honeyNobody, nobody! Then one night there' s a scream in the nightAnd you say, " | |
| Who' s that kicking up a row?" And you see me kinda starin' out the windowAnd you say, " | |
| What' s she got to stare at now?" I' ll tell youThere' s a ship, The Black Freighter turns around in the harborShootin' guns from her bowNow, you gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face' Cause every building in town is a flat oneThis whole frickin' place will be down to the groundOnly this cheap hotel standing up safe and soundAnd you yell, " | |
| Why do they spare that one?" Yes, that' s what you say, " | |
| Why do they spare that one?" All the night through, through the noise and to doYou wonder who is that person that lives up there? And you see me stepping out in the morningLooking nice with a ribbon in my hairAnd the ship, The Black Freighter runs a flag up its mastheadAnd a cheer rings the airBy noontime the dock is a swarmin' with menComin' out from the ghostly freighterThey' re movin' in the shadows where no one can seeAnd they' re chainin' up people and they' re bringin' ' em to meAskin' me, " | |
| Kill them now, or later?" Askin' me, " | |
| Kill them now, or later?" Noon by the clock and so still by the dockYou can hear a foghorn miles awayAnd in that quiet of death, I' ll say, " | |
| Right now, right now!" Then they' ll pile up the bodiesAnd I' ll say, " | |
| That' ll learn ya!" And the ship, The Black Freighter disappears out to seaAnd on it is me |
| You people can watch while | |
| I' m scrubbing these floors | |
| And I' m scrubbin' the floors while you' re gawking | |
| Maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell | |
| In this crummy southern town in this crummy old hotel | |
| But you' ll never guess to who you' re talkin'. | |
| No, you couldn' t ever guess to who you' re talkin' | |
| Then one night there' s a scream in the night | |
| And you wonder who could that have been? | |
| And you see me kinda grinnin' while | |
| I' m scrubbin' | |
| And you say, " What' s she got to grin?" | |
| I' ll tell you | |
| There' s a ship, | |
| The Black | |
| FreighterWith a skull on its masthead will be coming in | |
| You gentlemen can say, " Hey gal, finish them floors! Get upstairs! What' s wrong with you? Earn your keep here!" You toss me your tips and look out to the shipsBut I' m counting your heads as I' m making the beds' Cuz there' s nobody gonna sleep here, tonightNobody is going to sleep here honeyNobody, nobody! Then one night there' s a scream in the nightAnd you say, " | |
| Who' s that kicking up a row?" And you see me kinda starin' out the windowAnd you say, " | |
| What' s she got to stare at now?" I' ll tell youThere' s a ship, The Black Freighter turns around in the harborShootin' guns from her bowNow, you gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face' Cause every building in town is a flat oneThis whole frickin' place will be down to the groundOnly this cheap hotel standing up safe and soundAnd you yell, " | |
| Why do they spare that one?" Yes, that' s what you say, " | |
| Why do they spare that one?" All the night through, through the noise and to doYou wonder who is that person that lives up there? And you see me stepping out in the morningLooking nice with a ribbon in my hairAnd the ship, The Black Freighter runs a flag up its mastheadAnd a cheer rings the airBy noontime the dock is a swarmin' with menComin' out from the ghostly freighterThey' re movin' in the shadows where no one can seeAnd they' re chainin' up people and they' re bringin' ' em to meAskin' me, " | |
| Kill them now, or later?" Askin' me, " | |
| Kill them now, or later?" Noon by the clock and so still by the dockYou can hear a foghorn miles awayAnd in that quiet of death, I' ll say, " | |
| Right now, right now!" Then they' ll pile up the bodiesAnd I' ll say, " | |
| That' ll learn ya!" And the ship, The Black Freighter disappears out to seaAnd on it is me |
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