A Slow Drag With Josephine - Elvis Costello

The snitch, the snoop, the tattletale

Lead a threadbare up stairs

Adieu, my little ballyhoo

You broke my heart in two

And now I haunt the bars and scent those trite affairs

She went home to gather her comb

And caught him unawares

And there was her man enjoying the lay of the land

He took a walk in the dark with a dish from the stand

Girls and their creations

Tight in the brightest grenadine

But I’d take all that I’ve seen

For a Slow Drag with Josephine

Josephine, Josephine

But I’d trade all that I’ve seen

For a Slow Drag with Josephine

Gavotte, garrotes, Cotillions and slow Arabesques

Drum-rolls and Farandoles were all made in jest

But when you make that move

I can’t resist

When will you declare your armistice?

In another time and place a different fate was cast

He tried to skeddle-daddle-do

She might have slapped him

Just for saying «Grant one more chance before you pass»

«Then curse the nurse that named me the first or bury me at last»

And in three-quarter time

The true and the false

Dancing the «Hesitation Waltz»

Then comes the «Flirtation»

And temptation

Hip, hip hooray

Listen to what I say

Then you can take it away…