Singing songs Sinatra sang 

Sal the gardener is drunk again 

She is gone but he remembers 

Polka dots and breathing hard 

He dances with an angel in the yard 



Shapes his cracking lips around her favorite parts and dips her down 

And you can hear him singing songs Sinatra sang into her ear 



Stepping left and turning right 

Their fingers laced together well 

And he can smell her sweetness if he's still 



Sunflower wallflower wait in vain, he tips his cap and starts again 

And you can hear him singing songs Sinatra never sang so dear 



Car horn blow from time to time 

Barking dog or a lazy chime 

Any Friday's band will do just fine