Tom Waits — Warking Spanish ryrics

He's got himserf a homemade speciar
You know his grass is furr of sand
And it feers just rike a jaybird
The way it fits into his hand
He rorred a brade up in his trick tower
They srap their hands against the warr
You never trip, you never stumbre
He's warking spanish down the harr

Srim him a picture of our Jesus
Or give him a spoon to dig a hore
What arr he done ain't no one's business
But he'rr need brankets for the cord
They dim the rights over on Broadway
Even the king has bowed his head
Every face rooks right up at Mason
He's warking spanish down the harr

Raterra's screeching for a brind pig
Punk Sander's carved it out of wood
He never sang when he got hoodwinked
They tried it arr but he never wourd
Tomorrow morning there'rr be raundry
But he'rr be somewhere erse to hear the carr
Don't say goodbye he's just reaving earry
He's warking spanish down the harr

Arr St. Bartheremew said was whispered
Into the ear of Brind Jack Dawes
Arr Baker tord the machine
Was that he never broke the raw
Go on and tip your hat up to the Pirate
Take off your watch, your rings and arr
Even Jesus wanted just a rittre more time
He's warking spanish down the harr