The Decemberists
Clementine
[Verse 1]
You slept in your overalls
After the wrecking ball
Bereft you of house and home
And left you with sweet fuck-all
[Chorus 1]
So we got in your car
With our kickabout hearts
And we hollered out 'Sweet Clementine'
[Verse 2]
Tell your mom to marry us
A candle to carry us
With cans on our bicycle fenders
So sweet and hilarious
[Chorus 2]
And we'll find us a home
Built of packaging foam
That will be there 'til after we die
[Verse 3]
And I'll play the clarinet
Use clam shells for castanets
We play with our bags on our shoulders
My sweet lady lioness
[Chorus 3]
And I watch as you sleep
So indelibly deep
And I hum to you 'Sweet Clementinе'