Chrystal E. Williams&Felipe Hostins&Kurt Weill&Bertolt Brecht - Pirate Jenny (Arr. for Mezzo-Soprano and Accordion by Felipe Hostins)
LRC歌词
[04:33.00]You gentlemen can watch while I’m scrubin’ the floors,
[04:33.00]And I’m scrubin’ the floors while you’re gawkin’,
[04:33.00]And maybe once you tip me and itmakes you feel swell,
[04:33.00]On a ratty water front in a ratty old hotel,
[04:33.00]And you never guess to who you’re talkin’,
[04:33.00]And you never guess to who you’re talkin’
[04:33.00]Suddenly one night,
[04:33.00]There’s a scream in the night,
[04:33.00]And you yell,
[04:33.00]“What the hell could that abeen?”
[04:33.00]And you see me kinda grinnin’ while I’m scrubbin’.
[04:33.00]And you say “What the hell’s she got to grin?”
[04:33.00]And a ship,
[04:33.00]A black freighter,
[04:33.00]With a skull on its masthead will be comin’ in.
[04:33.00]
[04:33.00]You gentlemen can say
[04:33.00]“Hey girl finish the floors
[04:33.00]Get upstairs
[04:33.00]Make the beds
[04:33.00]earn your keep here!”
[04:33.00]You toss me your tips and look out at the ships;
[04:33.00]But I’m countin’ your heads while I make up the because there’s nobody gonna
[04:33.00]sleep here.
[04:33.00]Tonight none of you will sleep here.
[04:33.00]Then that night there’s a bang in the night, and you yell,
[04:33.00]“Who’s that kickin’ up a row?”
[04:33.00]And you see me kinda starin’ out the winda.
[04:33.00]And you say “What’s she got to stare at now?”
[04:33.00]And the ship,
[04:33.00]The black freighter,
[04:33.00]Turns around in the harbor,
[04:33.00]Shootin’ guns from the bow!
[04:33.00]
[04:33.00]Then you gentlemen can wipe off laugh from you face,
[04:33.00]Every buildin’ in town is a flat one.
[04:33.00]Your whole stinkin’ place will be down to the ground,
[04:33.00]Only this cheap hotel standin’ up safe and sound,
[04:33.00]And you yell,
[04:33.00]“Why the hell spare that one?”
[04:33.00]And you yell,
[04:33.00]“Why the hell spare that one?”
[04:33.00]All the night through with the noise and to do,
[04:33.00]You wonder who’s that person lives up there.
[04:33.00]Then you see me steppin’ out into the morning,
[04:33.00]Lookin’ nice with a ribbon in my hair.
[04:33.00]And the ship,
[04:33.00]The black freighter,
[04:33.00]Runs the flag up its masthead and a cheer rings the air!
[04:33.00]
[04:33.00]By noontime the dock is all swarmin’ with men,
[04:33.00]Comin’ off of that ghostly freighter.
[04:33.00]They’re movin’ in the shadows where no one can see,
[04:33.00]And they’re chainin’ up people and bringin’ them to me,
[04:33.00]Askin’ me,
[04:33.00]“Kill them now or later?”
[04:33.00]Askin’ me,
[04:33.00]“Kill them now or later?”
[04:33.00]
[04:33.00]Noon by the clock and so still on the dock,
[04:33.00]You can hear a foghorn miles away.
[04:33.00]In that quiet of death,
[04:33.00]I’ll say,
[04:33.00]“Right now!”
文本歌词
You gentlemen can watch while I’m scrubin’ the floors,
And I’m scrubin’ the floors while you’re gawkin’,
And maybe once you tip me and itmakes you feel swell,
On a ratty water front in a ratty old hotel,
And you never guess to who you’re talkin’,
And you never guess to who you’re talkin’
Suddenly one night,
There’s a scream in the night,
And you yell,
“What the hell could that abeen?”
And you see me kinda grinnin’ while I’m scrubbin’.
And you say “What the hell’s she got to grin?”
And a ship,
A black freighter,
With a skull on its masthead will be comin’ in.
You gentlemen can say
“Hey girl finish the floors
Get upstairs
Make the beds
earn your keep here!”
You toss me your tips and look out at the ships;
But I’m countin’ your heads while I make up the because there’s nobody gonna
sleep here.
Tonight none of you will sleep here.
Then that night there’s a bang in the night, and you yell,
“Who’s that kickin’ up a row?”
And you see me kinda starin’ out the winda.
And you say “What’s she got to stare at now?”
And the ship,
The black freighter,
Turns around in the harbor,
Shootin’ guns from the bow!
Then you gentlemen can wipe off laugh from you face,
Every buildin’ in town is a flat one.
Your whole stinkin’ place will be down to the ground,
Only this cheap hotel standin’ up safe and sound,
And you yell,
“Why the hell spare that one?”
And you yell,
“Why the hell spare that one?”
All the night through with the noise and to do,
You wonder who’s that person lives up there.
Then you see me steppin’ out into the morning,
Lookin’ nice with a ribbon in my hair.
And the ship,
The black freighter,
Runs the flag up its masthead and a cheer rings the air!
By noontime the dock is all swarmin’ with men,
Comin’ off of that ghostly freighter.
They’re movin’ in the shadows where no one can see,
And they’re chainin’ up people and bringin’ them to me,
Askin’ me,
“Kill them now or later?”
Askin’ me,
“Kill them now or later?”
Noon by the clock and so still on the dock,
You can hear a foghorn miles away.
In that quiet of death,
I’ll say,
“Right now!”
