Three female flies in a cup
dancing waltz in a bar on the boulevard
Ice plashes and melts quickly
Because melting feels better in relaxed times
For monkey is tango, for brandy is bedding
My chick gonna be good for a monkey-tango
Lying in the sunrise
I gonna pawn the problems of the past
Flies are dead and the waltz ends
I bring their wings to the egde of the world
Like dancing shadows in your full-bodied wine
Me and the wings gonna be there for a while
For monkey is tango, for brandy is bedding
My chick gonna be good for a monkey-tango
If I don't wake up tomorrow dawn
I hand down the wings of the flies for the waitress