Holly Palmer - Sal The Gardener
текст песни

Singing songs Sinatra sang

Sal the gardener's 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

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