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The Organ Grinder
The Organ Grinder played his song.
The gypsy ladies danced along
In my life, in my life.
His hair was gray an’ his eyes were old.
Many tales he has told
About my life, about my life.
With broken boots he walked along
And told me of the things that I had done wrong
In my live, in my life.
He spoke to me with a twisted tongue
Wishing that he was still young
To live my life, to live my life.
His bank account was nine numbers long.
With his plastic lady he walked along
Through my life, on my life.
He smiled at me with his steely eyes
And behind my back he revealed his lies
About my life, about my life.
The Organ Grinder plays his song.
The gypsy ladies dance along
In my life, in my life.
© 1970 - RDT
NOTES: I wrote this song in 1970 after a year working for M. Hughes Miller at the Four Season's at Tahoe City. He owned World Book Publisher Projects in Manhattan, was married to Mala Powers, an actress, had a mansion in Toluca Lake next door to Jonathan Winters and Ed Disney, but was such a blustering braggart that I had to move on.