Waste Land

Weialala Leia
Wallala Leialala
The burial of the dead
April is the cruellest month
Between lilacs
Over the dead land
Mixing memory and desire
She said Marie Marie
Hold on tight
Weialala Leia
Wallala Leialala
Unreal city

The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Said Marie Marie
Hold on tight

Der Heimat
Mein Irish Kind
Wo weilest du?
Weialala Leia
Wallala Leialala

I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes
Oh oh oh oh
That Shakespearian Rag
It's so intelligent
It's so elegant

Good night Lou
Good night May
Good night ladies
Good night ladies
Good night

Jug jug jug
Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug
Twit
Jug jug jug jug jug
Twit twit twit

Weialala Leia
Wallala Leialala