So I uh, and I uh And I uh, uh, uh But I do it with a horn Once I was a schleppa Now I'm Miss Mazeppa With my revolution in dance You gotta have a gimmick
Farewell, Angelina, the bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow Farewell
Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown Being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound Well, the triangles tingle and the trumpets play slow Say, "
the wig store Danced at the Fillmore I'm completely stoned I'm hippy & I'm trippy I'm a gypsy on my own I'll stay a week & get the crabs & Take a bus
Farewell Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle, tingles And the trumpets play slow Farewell
I uh...and I uh... And I uh...uh...uh... But I do it with a horn... Once I was a Schleppa, Now I'm Miss Mazzeppa, With my revolution in dance. You gotta
Of the lake which mirrors the sky. Milkmaids waltz around the haystack when the maestro blows his trumpet. Bandsmen hammer at the cafe for the gypsy
(B. Dylan) Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play
Farewell Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the trumpet play slow Farewell Angelina
(Bob Dylan) Farewell Angelina, The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles, And the trumpets play
: Farewell Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the trumpet play slow Farewell