I took a girl from a dead man’s pocket
Brought her home with a dollar and a locket.
When I found her she was no feet four.
When I lost her she was love feet more.
Straight away, she looked so sad
because the little lady missed her dead man, bad
She’d talk about the man that she love
and her face it would flop like a wet woolly glove
Gone, gone, might do you some good
If the one you love is playing for should
Gone, gone might do you some good
If the one you love is playing for should
Soon we we’re walking in the graveyard
She’d give me a kiss, then cry real hard.
She was to me my own Audrey show
With her Jackie O coat and porcelain glow
Then one day she said to me
“I could love you so fine, so chemically”
My heart it did climb, like an ape
Flew like Superman til she tore my cape
Dead, dead won’t do you no good
If the one you love is playing for could
Dead, dead won’t do you no good
If the one you love is playing for could
I read in the paper about a man that’d died
He wasn’t really dead. He just had lied.
He was harbored by the enormity of his vanity.
She was betrayed by her holey sanity.
So she went right back to the Dead Man’s Pocket.
I gave her the dollar, but I kept the locket.
Set it in my heart like a talisman
Gave her a kiss and away I ran because
Gone, Gone, might do me some good
If the one I love is playing for could
Gone, Gone, might do me some good
If the one I love is playing for could
Song composed and performed by David Krejci