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King Leer

Your boyfriend, he
Went down on one knee
Well, could it be
He's only got one knee?
I tried to surprise you
With Vodka
Or Tizer
I can't quite remember
But you didn't thank me
You didn't even thank me
Because you never do

Your boyfriend, he
Has the gift of the gab
Or, could it be
The gift of the grab?
I tried to surprise you
I laid down beside you
And nothing much happened
And you didn't phone me
You didn't even phone me
Because it's not your style
To dial

Your boyfriend, he
Has displayed to me
More than just
A real hint of cruelty
I tried to surprise you
I crept up behind you
With a homeless chihuahua
You cooed for an hour
You handed him back and you said
"You'll never guess
I'm bored now"

Quite clear is the pun of the title with the renowned drama "King Lear" by William Shakespeare. Here Morrissey picks on a sophisticated guy with regal bearing. He tries to surprise this man and catch his attention in every way, though obtaining no result whatsoever.

Album: Kill Uncle
Year of Publication: 1991
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Mark E. Nevin

last update: 14.05.2006

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Re "Sguardo Malizioso"

Il tuo ragazzo, lui
Si chinò su un ginocchio
Ma può mai essere
Che lui abbia un solo ginocchio?
Ho cercato di sorprenderti
Con della Vodka
O con un Tizer
Non ricordo esattamente
Ma tu non mi dicesti grazie
Tu non mi dicesti nemmeno grazie
Perché tu non lo fai mai

Il tuo ragazzo, lui
Ha il dono della facilità di parola
O forse
Il dono dell'arraffare?
Ho cercato di sorprenderti
Mi sono disteso accanto a te
E niente d'importante è accaduto
E tu non mi hai telefonato
Non mi hai nemmeno telefonato
Perché non è nel tuo stile

Il tuo ragazzo, lui
Mi ha mostrato
Più di un semplice
Vero segno di crudeltà
Ho cercato di sorprenderti
Ho strisciato dietro di te
Con un chihuahua disperso
Lo hai coccolato per un'ora
Poi lo hai rimesso nelle sue mani ed hai detto
"Non indovinerete mai,
Adesso mi sono stancato"

Evidente il gioco di parole del titolo con il celeberrimo dramma di William Shakespeare "Re Lear". Qui Morrissey apostrofa un tipo sofisticato e dai modi regali, al quale cerca di piacere in ogni maniera, ma senza risultato alcuno.

Album: Kill Uncle
Anno di pubblicazione: 1991
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Mark E. Nevin

ultimo agg.: 14.05.2006

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