[Verse] The man in 119 takes his tea alone Mornings we all rise to wireless verdi cries Im hearing opera through the door The souls of men and women, impassioned all Their voices climb and fall battle trumpets call I fill the bath and climb inside, singing He will not touch their pastry But every day they bring him more Gold from the breakfast tray, i steal them all away And then go and eat them on the shore I draw a jackalheaded woman in the sand Sing of a lovers fate sealed by jealous hate Then wash my hand in the sea With just three days more Id have just About learned the entire score to aida Holidays must end as you know All is memory taken home with me The opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing The verging sea, all years ago
opera, tea, jackalheaded, aida, verdi