歌词
It was a frosty night
It was beginnin' to snow
And out on the street
The wind began to blow
We all flocked to the cellar
We all emptied out the bar
To hear a little fella
Play his shiny guitar
So did you hear John Hurt
Play his "Creole Belle"?
His "Spanish Fandago"
That we love so well
And did you love John Hurt?
Did you shake is hand?
Did you hear him play his "Candyman"?
And in a straight-back chair
With his felt hat on
He tickled our fancies
With his "Avalon"
And all the people, all the people, all the people, all the people
On MacDougall Street
Would cock their heads and listen
To hear his tappin' feet
So did you hear John Hurt
Play his "Creole Belle"?
His "Spanish Fandango"
That we love so well
And did you love John Hurt?
Did you shake his hand?
Did you hear him play his "Candyman"?
And in a straight-back chair
With his felt hat on
He tickled our fancies
With his "Avalon"
And all the people, all the people, all the people, all the people
On MacDougall Street
Would cock their heads and listen
To hear his tappin' feet
So did you hear John Hurt
Play his "Creole Belle"?
His "Spanish Fandango"
That we love so well
And did you love John Hurt?
Did you shake his hand?
Did you hear him play his "Candyman"?
