Violins (G. Kooymans/B. Hay) 1976 To The Hilt

And the classic way is still on play, violins bitter sweet
String quartet pass around the hat, you broke my heart, don’t you hurt my head

After Violet and me, saw the Paganini movie
We took a walk around the block to digest, the grand finale

A street-music man with shades and cane played the fiddler insane
For a case load of spare change and the smiles of people passing
Between morning paper sins and waves of violins
It said they found him dead, his bow had made him bad friends

Cold blooded, warm hearted violin hooked on high speed energy
Cold blooded, warm hearted violin, cats gut pumpin’ adrenaline
Warm blooded, cold hearted violins, see ‘em live tonight in the city

And the classic way is still on play, violins bitter sweet
String quartet pass around the hat, you broke my heart, don’t you hurt my head
I’ve gotta find a little peace of mind, ‘cause the real thing is a mean thing
‘Cause the real thing is a mean thing

I guess nobody knew the Barcelona Zoo has an albino monkey
That can trigger the mood and provoke monkey motions

So when the shit flies high through the Barcelona sky
The crowd stands by, a cheering

Cold blooded, warm hearted violin hooked on high speed energy
Cold blooded, warm hearted violin, cats guts pumpin’ adrenaline
Warm blooded, cold hearted violins, see them live tonight in the city

I can hear ‘em playin’ kinda light and neat
All the gals are swayin’, the guys are in for meat
It’s all cute and rosy till the needle hits a crack
Listen to that screech repeatin’, watch the flags go slack
Listen to that screech repeatin’, watch the flags go slack
Forever…