Lyrics:
Click, clack, clack, click
Move your fingers oh-so-quick
Click, clack is the sound you get
When you play the castanet
Left hand, click, clack
Up
as if dreaming
The sound of our hearts beat like castanets
And forever we'll know their meaning
I can recall my desire
Every reverie is on fire
And I
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets
She stripped away
Her rancid
sweet
Ooh
Night of the iguana
Can you hear the castanets?
The widow is dancing
Down on the beach
The starlight is steaming
He'd like to be
you seashells and gathered nets
And we will go dance with your castanets
A flat with a view and good water, let's say... and she said
Shed a little
you seashells and gathered nets
And we will go dance with your castanets
A flat with a view and good water, let's say... and she said
Shed a little
Huh yuh
Just cashed a cheque
Big taxes could get past your net
Bitch at my set whiplashed 'er neck
How the fuck you get clicks? Ha, bitch, castanet
the throne
Wasn't long before we met
When we kissed my heart beat faster
Faster than the castanet
Then we watched the moon
Come to the Mardi Gras
Like
soul is on fire
I's aflame with desire
Which is why I perspire when we tango
You caught my nose
In your left castanet, love
I can feel the pain
In the land of the twilight, under the moon
We dance for the idiots.
Ring-around-the-roses, jump to the moon
We sing with the castanets.
I will sing
Across the city there's a golden chill
A rare holding still
As if somebody's gonna sing
A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes
No blues and twos
never had you, had you, had you
I can´t remember
Give me a reminder
I collect, I reject
Memorabilia
Memorabilia
Castanets, mantillas
She plays castanets, she works without a net
I like her better when she walks away
She said she was mine, she told me twice
I like her better when
She plays castanets, she works without a net
I like her better when she walks away
She said she was mine, she told me twice
I like her better when
Hold
I hope he won't forget to clack his castanets
And to his reindeer, say
"Oh Pancho, Oh! Vixen, Oh! Pedro, Oh! Blitzen"
Ole! Ole! Ole! San Ta Claus!
Taking trips to castanet
Pull up on blacki blacki ,chill
Ya moncliche be di freshiesty
Got di money ,made me cockity
These niggas can’t fuck with me I
clacking castanets
And jangling tambourines
You could hear flamenco music from afar
You could hear the gypsies sing
And the clapping of their hands
bestie, forever long
When I say get ride
Baby tell me your line
Add castanets, tambourines, with ride
And Ill take my life
Baby tell me you are
She plays castanets
She works without a net
I like her better when she walks away
She said she was mine
She told me twice
I like her better
Trombone Tambourine Tympani
Castanet Clarinet Bamboo flute
Tuba Marimba Saxophone
Guitarr('o)n Cowbell Harpsichord
Jambe Vibraphone Penny whistle
Sitar
the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people
Hoofbeats like castanets on stone
At night I dream of bells in the village steeple
Then I see the bloody face
lotion and his castanets
He was waiting for the end of the world
Waiting for the end of the world, waiting for the end of the world
Dear Lord, I
at
Now he'd like to go to Spain or somewhere like that
With his two-tone Bible and his funny cigarettes
His suntan lotion and his castanets
He was waiting
the castanets
I didn't know just what to expect
She threw her arms around my neck
We started dancin' all around the floor
And then she did a dance I never saw
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