Jolson and Jones lyrics

[Verse 1]
As the grossness of spring lolls its head against the window
As the grossness of spring lolls its bloodied head

[Refrain]
Curare! Curare! Curare!
Brogue cries from the street
Curare! Curare!

[Verse 2]
As the grossness of spring rose a tumor balloon to squeak against the window
With the grossness of spring staining into the walls

[Verse 3]
The chair had been shifted ever so slightly
Say five feet or two centimeters
The prints of my fingers dusted from doorknobs
A lamp had been dimmed
Some saw dust where a ring had been
Where nice girls were turned into whores
Gardens with fountains where peac*cks had strutted
Where dead children were born
The splendour of tigers turning to gold in the desert
Pale meadows of stranded pyramids

[Refrain]
Sonny boy, such a sonny boy
There's a song in the air
Curare! Curare! Curare!
But the fair señorita don't seem to care
Curare! Curare! Curare!
[Verse 1]
As the grossness of spring lolls its head against the window
As the grossness of spring lolls its bloodied head

[Verse 4]
I merely got up so slowly
Shuffled across the floor
Closed the door on the landing
Descending the stairs
Dipping into the street
The paralysed street
Brogue says "Good afternoon!"
I say "Good afternoon!"
"It's a lovely afternoon"
"Yes, it's a lovely afternoon"

[Verse 5]
Into pockets un-stitching so weighted with pins
Into eyes imploding on mazes of sins
The puddle beneath the cork bobbing on a mild chop
That rolled in off the river Dix and the open water beyond
Brogue says:
"I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY"
Me:
"I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY"
Brogue:
"I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY"
"I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY"
[Refrain]
Sonny boy, such a sonny boy
In her voice, there's a flaw
Curare! Curare! Curare!
Sonny boy, bye bye sonny boy
E-e-aw and e-e-aw