Santo Domingo - Jon Fratelli

Come and meet me when the lights are low

You look half dead, though I told you so.

Play your rap song on the piano

Die happy Santo Domingo

Bring your best brains and your dead girl shoes.

Cigarette changed, dressed in greens and blues

Leave your sick boy and his skinny friends

Suck the life from all those burlesque bends

Bring peaches and a Kalaida-phone.

We’ll call and see if the stars are home.

Play chopsticks on my guitar,

Drive backwards in your one wheeled car

Come and meet me when the lights are low.

You look half dead, though I told you so.

Play your rap song on the piano

Die happy Santo Domingo.

Bring your headcase and his jealous eyes

Looks a right dog, in shirts and ties

Bring your sisters on day release

Ten green bottles and the eyelid police

Bridge

Play me some banjo make me some noise

Take me for granted, tell my children got no choice

Pour me a little gravy, protect my muse.

Torture me outta my dumb little mind

And leave me all confused

Make my head swim.

Come and meet me when the lights are low.

You look half dead, though I told you so.

Play your rap song on the piano,

Die happy Santo Domingo