Where is your bird tattoo? Send me your blue hat Lest I forget so well Upon this day you died I’m at a loss for words Stole them right off my tongue Now it is June, Emmy, now it is June Stuck in the Black Hole of Calcutta Not sure I’ll make it out The man to the right, he swoons It’s all that I have just to remember The fields of a labor lost, its wheat, and your apricot dress Oh, Emmy, I’m done Oh, Emmy, I’m done I’m gonna let go this silver gun, this happy, silver gun Oh my home, oh my Aubergine, When will we see the sun as it is I will or I won’t, there is no bargain Tobacco and smoke is all I know Oh, Emmy, I’m done Oh, Emmy, I’m done Oh, Emmy, I’m done I’m gonna let go this happy, silver gun