Dos Romeos

If we don't end up together
He was born in a cement house like you and me
In a neighborhood of low houses and rain
In the country, material things are important and all that
The house was his own
But the difference, if you want, was brutal
He was born attached to his Siamese brother
And a third head that added up to three
And together they were rock stars

But the third head had no connection
With the two brothers Barry and Tom
And they had to twist to avoid touching each other

Two Romeos are
Two attached Romeos
And there are a few Juliets
Two Romeos
Two Romeos were more
Than any individual Romeo

Once Barry and Tom are separated
But without blood
They are almost dead in a hotel room
The disgusted maid stole
Even the pillow and they were three
Splitting in two
The operation was carried out
In the hotel room
And the cursed surgeon
Did not reveal himself

But the final intervention
Was a total success
Since the Bang-Bang
Are now two or three

Two Romeos are
Two strange Romeos
And there are a few Juliets
Two strange Romeos
Two Romeos are more
Than any individual Romeo

The two heads together
On the pillow are dreaming
That they are wearing a normal tie

When I returned to Nairobi
I found that the Bang-Bang
Already separated
Had come up with a song
That went like this

Incubated under the sign of Gemini
69 is the golden number
We are 2 in 1, we form a whole
With double barrel we shoot the load

Of the two operated brothers
One is alive
I think that's Tom, I believe
The other survives
With an artificial cardboard heart

But they did not survive the next operation
And the three heads in a knot
Rest forever

From that twisted position
One eye looks at the morning sky
But that is already a thing of the past

Sometimes, I still listen
To the Bang-Bang records

Who are more than a normal Romeo
Who are more than an individual Romeo
Who are more than a normal Romeo
Who are more than an individual Romeo