I noticed some inaccuracies above. I've got the CD "Mr. Happy Go Lucky" and according to the liner notes, here are the lyrics:
In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners.
At the hotel flamingo wearing blackmarket shoes.
This loud cuban band is crucifying John Lennon.
No wants to be lonely no wants to sing the blues.
She's perched like a parrot on a tuxedo shoulder.
Christ, what's she doing with him? She should be dancing with me.
She stirs the ice in her glass with her elegant finger.
I want to be what she's drinking, yeah I just want to be.
CHORUS
I saw you first. I'm the first one tonight.
I saw you first. don't that give me the right?
To move around in your heart.
Everyone was looking but I saw you first.
On the moon spattered road in her parrot rebozo.
Gypsy Scotty is driving his big long yellow car.
She's perched like a bird over his shoulder.
She whispers in his ear, 'Boy you are my star'.
REPEAT CHORUS
In the bone colored dawn me and Gypsy Scotty are singing.
The radio's playing she left her shoes out in the back.
He tells me a story 'bout some girl from Kentucky.
He just made that story up, there ain't no girl like that.
I noticed some inaccuracies above. I've got the CD "Mr. Happy Go Lucky" and according to the liner notes, here are the lyrics:
In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners. At the hotel flamingo wearing blackmarket shoes. This loud cuban band is crucifying John Lennon. No wants to be lonely no wants to sing the blues.
She's perched like a parrot on a tuxedo shoulder. Christ, what's she doing with him? She should be dancing with me. She stirs the ice in her glass with her elegant finger. I want to be what she's drinking, yeah I just want to be.
CHORUS
I saw you first. I'm the first one tonight. I saw you first. don't that give me the right? To move around in your heart. Everyone was looking but I saw you first.
On the moon spattered road in her parrot rebozo. Gypsy Scotty is driving his big long yellow car. She's perched like a bird over his shoulder. She whispers in his ear, 'Boy you are my star'.
REPEAT CHORUS
In the bone colored dawn me and Gypsy Scotty are singing. The radio's playing she left her shoes out in the back. He tells me a story 'bout some girl from Kentucky. He just made that story up, there ain't no girl like that.
REPEAT CHORUS