Ta Katie t'a quitté

Tonight at the train station bar
Igor, disheveled, is dark
He can't stop drinking
Because his Katia, his pretty Katia
Just left him
His Katie left him

He struck out
This grand duke with his tricks
His tactics, his Russian white tricks
My strategy was a flop
Says Igor, falling asleep
Dead drunk at the bar counter

A white Russian who is dark
What a strange coincidence
Laugh the lewd revelers at the bar
Because Igor is still sleeping there
But near his ear
A marvel, a crimson alarm clock
Gives him advice
While he sleeps

Tick-tock tick-tock
Your Katie left you
Tick-tock tick-tock
Your Katie left you
Tick-tock tick-tock
You're a cuckold, what are you waiting for?
Get wasted, you're a cuckold
You should, you should get wasted
And leave your neighborhood
Your Katie left you
Your strategy was a flop
Your strategy was a flop
Your Katie left you
Take off your hat and swap
Your dirty sweater
And your crust with a knife
That has been so attacked
For a valued jalopy
Four coins all counted
And leave your neighborhood
Your Katie left you
Your Katie left you
Your Katie left you
Your Katie left you

Right next to
The worn-out harlots
Teased a mischievous cocker spaniel
And dainty coquettes
While knitting
Chattered and discussed and criticized
A crazy count
Who counted by ticking
A whole bunch of platform tickets
When suddenly
Tick-tock-tick driiiing!

In the morning, what a wake-up call
What a wake-up call
Cries the white Russian in fear
For a ringtone
It's a beautiful ringtone