Intro: "We told him our tale; And of these we had many; Some of them True; Some of them invented; And the gentleman confessed; That his life was quite dismal; Conceding we live better lives; And the sad gypsy sang for his bottle of wine; And I sang along for mine". "His lips touched the skin of the woman we spoke of; His coats (??) are the colours of the times we had lived in; And his mind caught the magnet of the places we've been to; And we saw that he wasn't deprived; Then the sad gypsy sang for his bottle of wine; And I sang along for mine; Solo: Then the sad gypsy sang for his bottle of wine; And I sang along for mine". "Belinda she danced on her own in the shadows; The gentleman pretended that he didn't love her; And we played our roles; we saw the sun rising, laughing at us and our lives; And the sad gypsy sang for his bottle of wine; And I sang along for mine" Oh Yeah, mmm, mmm".