The Spanish Amanda - I Shall Never Play the Dane Lyrics

I shall never play the Dane
No, I shall never play the Dane
I shall never lay me down on Jutland sands
Nor shall I dine on honeyed bacon
Overlooking Copenhagen
It's a shame
Yes, it's a shame
But I shall never play the Dane

Don't judge me for my
Quaint, provincial little ways
I am not an immigrant by choice
Remember I
Walked with gods
In my land
But in this German sailor bar
I can scarcely hear a thing
Through the siren call of diesel oil
And screaming solar winds
Where the years
Fall through your fingers
Just like sand
Like sand

So I shall never play the Dane
No, I shall never play the Dane
Sweet Polonius will never taste my blade
And God knows how much he's hurting
Turning grey behind his curtain
All in vain
All in vain
For I shall never play the Dane

It's written through us
Just like sticks of Blackpool dynamite
We are all still children of the north
Articulate
And passionate
Soulful as the permafrost is deep
But Death grins at the living
From the corner of the bar
Death dances to the jukebox
And she drives a Swedish car
And me and Her
We've an appointment
We must keep

So I shall never play the Dane
No, I shall never play the Dane
I can only sit and nurse my Danish blues
For to rampage like a Viking
May have been quite to my liking
It's a pain
Yes, it's a pain
That I shall never play the Dane

I shall never play the Dane
No I shall never play the Dane
I shall never haunt the battlements of dawn
Or see my ghostly father staring
Through the mists of Elsinore there
In the rain
The pouring rain
No, I shall never play the Dane

In the rain
The pouring rain
No, I shall never play the Dane
It's a shame
Such a shame
But I shall never play the Dane

And there ain't anything you can name
That is anything like a Dane