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Gerry Rafferty

Syncopatin' Sandy

 

Syncopatin' Sandy

(album: Snakes And Ladders - 1980)


When I was just a kid way back in my hometown
There was a crazy little man who once came around
Syncopating Sandy was the stranger's name
Playing marathon piano, that was Sandy's game.

He played all day, he played all night
After 48 hours he was still alright
We fed him whiskey from a paper cup
And we wondered how long he could keep it up.

How long? how long?
How long? how long?

Well his eyes are rolling and he can't even speak
The spirit's willing but the flesh is weak
How long? how long?
How long? how long?

People would come and the people would go
And the people all agreed it wasn't much of a show
They all Sandy must be weak in the head
And if he didn't stop soon he would drop down dead.

He played all day, he played all night
After 96 hours he was still alright
We fed him whiskey from a paper cup
And we wondered how long he could keep it up.

How long? how long?
How long? how long?

Well his eyes are rolling and he can't even speak
The spirit's willing but the flesh is weak
How long? how long?
How long? how long?

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How long? how long?

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