Lyrics:
matter what you gave
(When)
I took my secret to my grave
Broken harpoon
Broken harpoon
Broken harpoon
Broken harpoon
Broken harpoon
Broken harpoon
think she can see
When I tell her, it's the end for you and me
It was over, ever since you went and shot me
Like a harpoon
Like a harpoon
Like a harpoon
See, it warned me 'bout treading through the night
Shot (me) down in vain
Harpoon, harpoon
Praised be the whale
white whale might come your way
No freeway traffic in the frozen North
Just a chain link fence full of birds
And when the harpoon's loaded in
down and pick me up!
She was the captain's wife
[Chorus]
There was Harpoon Hannah, had a face that made you shutter
Lips like fish hooks
Go down go down you stranger
There's something waiting for you
Angels, dolls and honey
Temples and harpoons
You want your main line Jesus
Your
think she can see
When I tell her, it's the end for you and me
It was over, ever since you went and shot me
Like a harpoon
Like a harpoon
Like a harpoon
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Who's your favorite page
I'm gonna fax you
Into the atom age
My engine searching
Like a harpoon
Like a monsoon
In
know it
Harpoon, loaded, well
Like Bridgette Bardot
Like a French high-roller
the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin'
I swear by my tattoo
Then there was Harpoon Hannah
Had a look that spelled out danger
My heart quivered when she whispered
'Hi there
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I took my har'poon out of my dirty red bandana
I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield whipers slappin'
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
all the way to New Orleans.
I took my harpoon out of my old dirty red bandana
I was playin' sad while bobby sang the blues
With those windshield
hearts.
If I was lost at sea. That harpoon boat in front of me. It's the whale I'd like to be.
They won't fight back. [x5]
They don't know how.
They won't
boy got boogie woogie born right in his soul.
Poor boy got juice harp. Poor boy got spoons.
Poor boy got a cider jug and a rusty ole harpoon.
Now do
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
That they held for Clementine
Hey you sailor (ho, ho) way out in your whaler
With your harpoon, your trusty line
If she shows now, yo, there she
until the service
That they held for Clementine.
Hey you sailor (ho, ho) way out in your whaler
With a harpoon, your trusty line.
If she shows
forty sons
Though most of them feel victim to the cruel harpoon guns
Ah but he was too much wise to get caught by the gunners' eyes
And so he lived
the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin sad while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
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