Well ya play that Tarantella/All the hounds they start to roar/And the boys all go to hell/Then the Cubans hit the floor/And they drive along the pipeline/They tango till they're sore/They take apart their nightmares/And they leave them by the door.Mr Waits, you should know that Cubans do salsa, not tango! Now, where did I leave that mate:-)? A teetotal drunk on atonal music performed by an artist with a warped sense on humour on a Sunday morning. Yup, that's me. Enjoy.
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