Pirate Jenny歌词

作词 : Kurt Weill/Bertolt Brecht/Marc Blitzstein
作曲 : Kurt Weill/Bertolt Brecht/Marc Blitzstein
You people can watch while Im scrubbing these floors
And Im scrubbin the floors while youre gawking

Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell
In this crummy southern town
In this crummy old hotel

But youll never guess to who youre talkin.

No. you couldnt ever guess to who youre talkin.

Then one night theres a scream in the night
And youll wonder who could that have been

And you see me kinda grinnin while Im scrubbin

And you say, whats she got to grin?

Ill tell you.

Theres a ship

The black freighter

With a skull on its masthead
Will be coming in

You gentlemen can say, hey gal, finish them floors!
Get upstairs! whats wrong with you! earn your keep here!

You toss me your tips
And look out to the ships
But Im counting your heads
As Im making the beds
Cuz theres nobody gonna sleep here, honey
Nobody
Nobody!
Then one night theres a scream in the night
And you say, whos that kicking up a row?

And ya see me kinda starin out the winda
And you say, whats she got to stare at now?

Ill tell ya.

Theres a ship

The black freighter

Turns around in the harbor
Shootin guns from her bow

Now
You gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face
Cause every building in town is a flat one

This whole frickin place will be down to the ground
Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound
And you yell, why do they spare that one?

Yes.
Thats what you say.

Why do they spare that one?

All the night through, through the noise and to-do
You wonder who is that person that lives up there?

And you see me stepping out in the morning

Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair

And the ship

The black freighter

Runs a flag up its masthead
And a cheer rings the air

By noontime the dock
Is a-swarmin with men
Comin out from the ghostly freighter
They move in the shadows
Where no one can see
And theyre chainin up people

And theyre bringin em to me
Askin me,
Kill them now, or later?

Askin me!

Kill them now, or later?

Noon by the clock

And so still by the dock

You can hear a foghorn miles away

And in that quiet of death

Ill say, right now.

Right now!

Then theyll pile up the bodies

And Ill say,
Thatll learn ya!
And the ship

The black freighter

Disappears out to sea

And
On
It

Is
Me