Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Luke Macpherson
Autoría
Gregg Charest
Autoría
John Zappala
Autoría
Brent Beissel
Autoría
Letra
Call me, Ishmael…
She walks around the streets of New Bedford
In the 19th Century
She's got a handful of shrunken heads, and -
I know she'll never cause harm to me
She's looking like a tattoo blanket
When she's throwing her arms around me
And I know I'll float upon her coffin
Her love will never let me drown
And there is nothing that I would rather do
Than sail off to the southern seas and be Tusitala, too!
I want her, you know that I need her, I've got her,
My Baby 's an Idolator
I want her, you know that I need her, I've got her,
My Baby 's an Idolator
She walks in to the old Spouter Inn
And orders her dinner, Raw Bloody Steaks
And I'm sitting her, lookin' across the room
Oh damn, this woman 's so fine
She's looking like a tattoo blanket
When she's throwing her arms around me
And I know I'll float upon her coffin
Her love will never let me drown
And there is nothing that I would rather do
Than sail off to the southern seas and be Tusitala, too!
I want her, you know that I need her, I've got her,
My Baby 's an Idolator
I want her, you know that I need her, I've got her,
My Baby 's an Idolator
Written by: Brent Beissel, Gregg Charest, John Zappala, Luke Macpherson
