Jolson and Jones Scott Walker

[Verse 1]
As the grossness of spring lolls its head against the window
As the grossness of spring lolls its bloodied head

[Refrain]
Curare! Curare! Curare!
Brogue cries from the street
Curare! Curare!

[Verse 2]
As the grossness of spring rose a tumor balloon to squeak against the window
With the grossness of spring staining into the walls

[Verse 3]
The chair had been shifted ever so slightly
Say five feet or two centimeters
The prints of my fingers dusted from doorknobs
A lamp had been dimmed
Some saw dust where a ring had been
Where nice girls were turned into whores
Gardens with fountains where peacocks had strutted
Where dead children were born
The splendour of tigers turning to gold in the desert
Pale meadows of stranded pyramids

[Refrain]
Sonny boy, such a sonny boy
There's a song in the air
Curare! Curare! Curare!
But the fair señorita don't seem to care
Curare! Curare! Curare!