Emperor Norton In The Last Year Of His Life (1880)

Every set of keys is an original
Every silver lining is a curse
Anyone who's ever turned their back on me
Always ends up facing something worse
Something worse
Some kind of nightmare or some kind of curse

Miss Sally Rogers did a little dance for me
Warmed me up and down my crooked spine
Miss Sally Rogers, yes, she'll dance for anyone
She'll be yours as easily as mine
She'll be mine, Miss Sally Rogers never will be mine

So I said Run around, run around, run around, run around Sal
Run around, run around, run around, run around Sal
Sally run around

Last night it was snowing down on Market Street
This morning there's three bodies in the cold
All the love you're saving for a rainy day
Won't be enough to save your wretched soul
Save your soul
Won't be enough to save your wretched soul
Save your soul