The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say 
I should refuse you

The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you

I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you

The drunken politician leaps 
Upon the street where mothers weep 
And the saviors who are fast asleep 
They wait for you

And I wait for them to interrupt me
Drinkin' from my broken cup 
And ask me to 
To open up the gate for you

I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you

Now all my fathers, they've gone down 
True love they've been without it
But all their daughters put me down 
'Cause I don't think about it

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades 
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I'm not afraid 
To look at her

She is good to me 
And there's nothing she doesn't see
She knows where I'd like to be 
It doesn't matter

'Cause I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
But I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you