Tom Lehrer - Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine
Far away from the boom-boom-boom of the city
She was so pretty
What a pity
Clementine
Oh, Clementine
Can't you tell from the howls of me?
This love of mine
Calls to you from the bowels of me
Are you discerning
The returning
Of this churning, burning, yearning for you?

Era leggiera, e come una fairy, e sue shoes numero nine
Herring boxes senza topses
Sandale per Clementina, si, per Clementina, si
Per Clementina
Sandale per Clementina, sandale per Clementin'
Clementina, Clementina, Cle-e-me-en-ti-na
Herring boxes senza topses sandale per Clementina
Herring boxes senza topses sandale per Clementina
Che sciagura, Clementina, Che sciagura, Clementina
Cara Clementina, cara Clementina-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Drove those ducklings to the water, yep-roe
Every morning, nine o'clock sharp-oop-bop, beedle-ee-ah
Stubbed her toe upon a splinter
Stubbed her toe upon a splinter, kloo-ga-mop, ooh-ooh
Fell into the foamy brine
Dig that crazy Clementine, Man

That I missed her depressed her
Young sister named Esther
This mister to pester
She'd try
Now a pestering sister's a festering blister
You'd best to resist her
Say I
The mister resisted
The sister persisted
I kissed her, all loyalty slipped
When she said I could have her
Her sister's cadaver
Must surely have turned in its crypt, yes, yes, yes, yes
Now I love she and she loves me
Enraptured are the both of we
Yes, I love her and she loves I
And will through all eternitye
See what I mean?

Written by:
Tom Thomas Lehrer

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