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Esa armonía que transmite el saxo es tremenda!!

user
"Sua última artimanha" muito boa essa melodia desse grupo fantástco!

user
He is most likely talking about Johnny Harris the one and the same JOHNNY in the walk of life song and Gena a girl who really doesnt do tricks but some people think all women do so I am the Gold fiddle kid superstarein

user
buen video ... la cancion es muy wena ...el saxophone se lleva todos los meritos ..

user
Are you for fucking real? Let me guess.... "balls (bullox, whatever...) across the nose" for you, aye? Two countries divided by a common language. I see baby seals in the pure white driven snow.... and baseball bats!!!!

user
Making love to this song is fucking awsome (lol, bad pun)

user
I'm sure you'd be proud to be American if you were one...

user
I agree he is a good story teller like Elvis Costello or James taylor.. Who is he really talking about in the song??

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I guess so, rutgerwolf. Time for me to move back to the Fatherland, I guess. All because Knopfler lived in Newcastle. I am going to have a tough time explaining this to my wife. But if I read it on YouTube, could it possibly be wrong?


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Lyrics:
All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
Prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves

Echoes roars dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis, most of the whores
Are only taking calls for cash

I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

Well now my door was standing open
Security were laid back and lax
But it was only my heart that got broken
You must have had a pass key made out of wax

You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane
And you never did have the intelligence to use
The twelve keys hanging off from my chain

I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

Now it's past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord he finally paid us all
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns

And we're standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left

I don't know how it happened
It was faster than the eye could flick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick


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