Idaho oh Idaho All that love all those mistakes What else can a poor man make? So I gave up a life of crime I gave it to a friend of mine Something else was on my mind The only ghost I'm haunted by I hear her howling down below Wolves oh wolves oh can't

What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? What was your name, little girl? Well, its eight o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some

It had to be you Had to be you Some others I've seen Might never be mean Might never been cross Or tried to be boss But they wouldn't do Cause nobody else Gave me that thrill

My story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know in this case When I'm out in a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui Then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face I get no kick from

La-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-doe We always find our way back home (Hey) La-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah (Hey) And no matter where we go Oh no, the city won't change us And no matter where we go See, we won't forget where we came from The city won't change

I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life From jazz and cocktails The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distingue traces That used to be

La de dah de dah La de dah dah de de I come from a long line of sinners like me Here's to a long line of sinners like me I was fifteen when my daddy's old man Caught me half way through my first beer He laughed so hard when my face turned green He said

Diddy-duhdee doo-dah-day (They always say don't love a ho) Singin' in my face like I was wrong for fallin in love I was wrong for fallin' in love (Don't do it yo') But I just went against the grain It was a feelin' I can't explain And it felt like harmony

Hosanna (Hosanna) I saw the Virgin's cunt spawning forth the snake I witnessed tribes of Judah reduced to ruin I watched disciples twelve dissolved by flame Looked down on son of God snuffed in vain Blow your trumpets Gabriel! As I beheld the

But not for me I was a fool to fall And get that way Hi ho alas and also lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me They're writing songs of love A lucky star's above