Play, Gypsy, play
I really love the way
That you irritate the hell out of the Europeans today
Play, play, play, Gypsy, play
I love to watch them marching by
They hear your accordion and they sigh
As if you were somehow impeding them
On their busy, important day
Play, play, play, Gypsy, play
The women's voice concern for your kids
That's when the sentiment hits
Why can't they be sewing my socks
Like the children in Bombay?
Play, play, play, Gypsy, play
They love to mind your endless glamour
But they don't visit you in the slammer
(?)
Play, play, play, Gypsy, play
Play, Gypsy, play
I really love the way
That you irritate the hell out of the Europeans today
Play, Gypsy, play
And the looks they give you betray
More than any monument to the Holocaust could ever say
Play, Gypsy, play
Love our dance
On the night
We will weigh them