Verdi Cries

The man in 119 takes his tea all alone

Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries

I'm hearing opera through the door

The souls of men and women

Impassioned all

Their voices climb and fall

Battle trumpets call

I fill the bath and climb inside, singing

Ah-la-la-la-la-la

Ah-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 then go and eat them on the shore

Ah-la-la-la-la-la

Ah-la-la-la-la-la

Ah-la-la-la-la-la

I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand

Sing of a lover's fate

Sealed by jealous hate

And wash my hand in the sea

With just three days more

I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida

Holidays must end as you know

All is memory taken home with me

The opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea

All years ago

Ah-la-la-la-la-la

Ah-la-la-la-la-la