Текст песни The Amorous Humphrey Plugg - Scott Walker
                                                Hello 
                                                Mr. 
                                                Big 
                                                Shot
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say, 
                                                you′re 
                                                looking 
                                                smart
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                had 
                                                    a 
                                                tiring 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                took 
                                                the 
                                                kids 
                                                along 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                park
 
                                    
                                
                                                You′ve 
                                                become 
                                                    a 
                                                stranger
 
                                    
                                
                                                Every 
                                                night 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                boys
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                    a 
                                                new 
                                                suit
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                old 
                                                smile's 
                                                come 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                kiss 
                                                the 
                                                children 
                                                good 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                slip 
                                                away 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                newly 
                                                waxed 
                                                floor
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                become 
                                                    a 
                                                giant
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                fill 
                                                every 
                                                street
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                dwarf 
                                                the 
                                                rooftops
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hunchback 
                                                the 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stars 
                                                dance 
                                                at 
                                                my 
                                                feet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leave 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                behind 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Screaming 
                                                kids 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                knee
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                telly 
                                                swallowing 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                neighbor 
                                                shouting 
                                                next 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                subway 
                                                trembling 
                                                the 
                                                roller-skate 
                                                floor
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                seek 
                                                the 
                                                buildings 
                                                blazing 
                                                with 
                                                moonlight
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                Channing 
                                                Way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                very 
                                                eyes 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                suck 
                                                you 
                                                in 
                                                with 
                                                their 
                                                laughter
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                You′re 
                                                all 
                                                right 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                stop 
                                                    a 
                                                while 
                                                behind 
                                                our 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                Channing 
                                                Way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                to 
                                                die 
                                                of 
                                                kisses
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ecstasies 
                                                and 
                                                charms
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pavements 
                                                of 
                                                poets 
                                                will 
                                                write 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                nine 
                                                angel′s 
                                                arms
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they 
                                                all 
                                                were 
                                                smiling
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                seductive 
                                                as 
                                                sin 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                man 
                                                    I 
                                                had 
                                                been
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                more 
                                                hard 
                                                luck 
                                                stories 
                                                to 
                                                wear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nothing 
                                                left 
                                                to 
                                                give
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                the 
                                                hell 
                                                should 
                                                    I 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ann 
                                                knows 
                                                my 
                                                smile 
                                                and 
                                                buries 
                                                my 
                                                shadow
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                Channing 
                                                Way
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                with 
                                                her 
                                                cellophane 
                                                sighs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Corrina 
                                                the 
                                                candle
 
                                    
                                
                                                Begs 
                                                me 
                                                to 
                                                stay
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                all 
                                                right 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                stop 
                                                    a 
                                                while 
                                                behind 
                                                our 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                Channing 
                                                Way
 
                                    
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