Letras
The man in 119 takes his tea all alone
Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries
I'm hearing opera through the door
Souls of men and women impassioned all
Voices rise and fall, battle trumpets call
I fill the bath and climb inside
Singing, la la la la la la la
He will not touch their pastry but every day they bring him more
Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away
And go eat them on the shore
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand
Sing of the lover's fate ruled by jealous hate
Then go wash my hands in the sea
In just a few days more I'd have just about learned the entire score
To Aida
Holidays must end as you all know
All these memories, I take them home with me
The opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawings, the verging sea
All years ago