My Daughter - The Tiger Lillies

A cripple, a leper, a blind man

Homeless, brain-damaged, antique

The king of the beggars, he walks in the street

And these are the words that he speaks:

«My daughter, my daughter

Her we adore

She’s earning good money

She’s a hard-working whore

No legs, no arms, we’re blind, and can’t speak

We beg that your heart it grows weak."

The king of the beggars, he walks in the street

And these are the words that he speaks:

«My daughter, my daughter

Her we adore

She’s earning good money

She’s a hard-working whore;

Well, we live and we work in the street…»