Chuck Prophet - Emperor Norton In The Last Year Of His Life (1880) lyrics

Every set of keys is an original Every silver lining is a curse Anyone who's ever turned their back on me Always ends up facing something worse Something worse Some kind of nightmare or some kind of curse Miss Sally Rogers did a little dance for me Warmed me up and down my crooked spine Miss Sally Rogers, yes, she'll dance for anyone She'll be yours as easily as mine She'll be mine, Miss Sally Rogers never will be mine So I said Run around, run around, run around, run around Sal Run around, run around, run around, run around Sal Sally run around Last night it was snowing down on Market Street This morning there's three bodies in the cold All the love you're saving for a rainy day Won't be enough to save your wretched soul Save your soul Won't be enough to save your wretched soul Save your soul