town, the people stay away From the midnight well For it's dark and evil, so they say The midnight well They'll tell you a tale of a lovely young maid
miracle's stirring me So play on let 'em play for me Just drag that bow across the string So play on let 'em all night long Oh I love to hear our gypsies
teacher Ignorant redneck Squeal, squeal, squeal I'm gettin' tired of dealing with the p.i.g.c.o.w.a.r.d Cro-Magnum, meter maid fed, cinder block (hed)
Talkin' gypsy market blues I was too late but I never got to choose Talkin' gypsy market blues I was too late but I never got to choose Gotta have them
Gypsy cabs burn rubber Signin autographs for Danny Glover Donny Osmond and Dennis Rodman up in a empty furniture apartment with Mexicans maids, rubbin
young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets you will have to pay the bill - tangled in the winding sheets! Serve the meal and serve the maid
promises we once mad I took the apple form the tree I was a child for your temptation Guess I was always meant to be Heading our for your direction Like a gypsy
I could tell you the story of a vagabond A playboy of the western world One day by chance he came upon A fair young maid, a country girl He told her
in, put the chain on the door." But of course I'd let him in, the jerk. Now my silly little sister went to some vlachos coffee-grind reader Ad had a gypsy
have to pay the bill - tangled in the winding sheets! Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that, when tables, plans and maids are laid
Talkin' gypsy market blues I was too late but I never got to choose Talkin' gypsy market blues I was too late but I never got to choose Gotta have
man was lost or trapped in But every ghetto, every hood, no matter where the town It's all haunted, all on top slave burial grounds Dead cooks, workers and maids
