Walking Spanish

	作词 : Waits
	He's got himself a homemade special
	You know his glass is full of sand
	And it feels just like a jaybird
	The way it fits into his hand
	He rolled a blade up in his trick towel
	They slap their hands against the wall
	You never trip, you never stumble
	He's walking spanish down the hall

	Slim him a picture of our Jesus
	Or give him a spoon to dig a hole
	What all he done ain't no one's business
	But he'll need blankets for the cold
	They dim the lights over on Broadway
	Even the king has bowed his head
	Every face looks right up at Mason
	He's walking spanish down the hall

	Latella's screeching for a blind pig
	Punk Sander's carved it out of wood
	He never sang when he got hoodwinked
	They tried it all but he never would
	Tomorrow morning there'll be laundry
	But he'll be somewhere else to hear the call
	Don't say goodbye he's just leaving early
	He's walking spanish down the hall

	All St. Barthelemew said was whispered
	Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes
	All Baker told the machine
	Was that he never broke the law
	Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate
	Take off your watch, your rings and all
	Even Jesus wanted just a little more time
	He's walking spanish down the hall

	zuò cí : Waits
	He' s got himself a homemade special
	You know his glass is full of sand
	And it feels just like a jaybird
	The way it fits into his hand
	He rolled a blade up in his trick towel
	They slap their hands against the wall
	You never trip, you never stumble
	He' s walking spanish down the hall

	Slim him a picture of our Jesus
	Or give him a spoon to dig a hole
	What all he done ain' t no one' s business
	But he' ll need blankets for the cold
	They dim the lights over on Broadway
	Even the king has bowed his head
	Every face looks right up at Mason
	He' s walking spanish down the hall

	Latella' s screeching for a blind pig
	Punk Sander' s carved it out of wood
	He never sang when he got hoodwinked
	They tried it all but he never would
	Tomorrow morning there' ll be laundry
	But he' ll be somewhere else to hear the call
	Don' t say goodbye he' s just leaving early
	He' s walking spanish down the hall

	All St. Barthelemew said was whispered
	Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes
	All Baker told the machine
	Was that he never broke the law
	Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate
	Take off your watch, your rings and all
	Even Jesus wanted just a little more time
	He' s walking spanish down the hall