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Scott Walker & Esther Ofarim - אסתר עופרים
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[Verse 1]
"Hello, Mrs. Murphy
That's a lovely dress you're wearin', is it new?"
"Why, thank you, Mr. Wilson
But I've had this same old dress about a year or two"
[Verse 2]
Upstairs in bed
The tall boy stretched just like a cat
Put his hands behind his head
And lay there thinkin' of a dream that he had
[Verse 3]
"I hear that the Johnsons
Had a baby, Mrs. Murphy, is that true?"
"Why yes, but it's rumored
That the little tot's real daddy lives in 22"
[Verse 4]
In 22
The boy lay whistlin' out of tune
Ridin' on the sea
Dreamin' of a thousand things he'd like to be
[Verse 5]
"Poor Mr. Johnson
Bein' married to a wife who should be caged
It's the child who will suffer
And to think that that young man is less than half her age"
[Verse 6]
Upstairs he sits
He hears a knock and nothin' more
"Come on in, you're late
Well, don't just stand there, Mrs. Johnson, close the door"
Mrs. Murphy was written by Scott Walker.
Mrs. Murphy was produced by John Franz.