She took his hand and she

Put it in hers

Wouldn’t be the last and was

Not the first

She sung her song and she

Spun him a curse

Cry out

For the loss of another

Her sea-green eyes

Never miss a trick

Those sweet mohitos

Pack quite a kick

Her careless smile

Cuts him to the quick

Cry out

For the loss of another

Lorelie, Lady Lorelie

Watch the dreams go by

Drifters lost in the rain

Lorelie, Lady Lorelie

Chalk it up on high

One more dupe for the dame

The streetlights flicker

He picks up the tab

She’s got him flying

With a sniff and a dab

All hips and bone

In the back of the cab

Cry out

For the loss of another

You’re a beautiful child

You’ve got the voice of an angel

Boots of ebony tar, oh what’s the matter, has Kafka

Got your tongue, my beautiful child

You’ve got the voice of a devil

Take away your feather and chains

See how they run

Lorelie, Lady Lorelie

Watch the dreams go by

Drifters lost in the rain

Lorelie, Lady Lorelie

Chalk it up on high

One more dupe for the dame

She took him well

And the taking was fast

She shook him up

Shook him from my mast

Was not the first;

Will not be the last

Cry out

For the loss of another