The Old Laughing Lady / La vecchia signora che ride
Don't call pretty Peggy
She can't hear you no more
Don't leave no message
'Round her back door
They say the old laughing lady
Been here before
She don't keep time
She don't count score
You can't have a cupboard
If there ain't no wall
You’ve got to move
There's no time left to stall
They say the old laughing lady
Dropped by to call
And when she leaves
She leaves nothing at all
See the drunkard of the village
Falling on the street
Can't tell his ankles
From the rest of his feet
He loves his old laughing lady
'Cause her taste is so sweet
But his laughing lady's loving
Ain't the kind he can keep
There's a fever on the freeway
Blacks out the night
There's a slipping on the stairway
Just don't feel right
And there's a rumbling in the bedroom
And a flashing of light
There's the old laughing lady
Everything is all right
* * * *
She can't hear you no more
Don't leave no message
'Round her back door
They say the old laughing lady
Been here before
She don't keep time
She don't count score
You can't have a cupboard
If there ain't no wall
You’ve got to move
There's no time left to stall
They say the old laughing lady
Dropped by to call
And when she leaves
She leaves nothing at all
See the drunkard of the village
Falling on the street
Can't tell his ankles
From the rest of his feet
He loves his old laughing lady
'Cause her taste is so sweet
But his laughing lady's loving
Ain't the kind he can keep
There's a fever on the freeway
Blacks out the night
There's a slipping on the stairway
Just don't feel right
And there's a rumbling in the bedroom
And a flashing of light
There's the old laughing lady
Everything is all right
* * * *
Non chiamare la bella Peggy
Non può più sentirti
Non lasciarle messaggi
Sulla porta di servizio
Dicono che la vecchia signora che ride
Sia già stata qui
Lei non bada all’ora
Non tiene il conto
Non puoi avere una credenza
Se non c'è un muro
Ti devi sbrigare
Non c'è più tempo per esitare
Dicono che la vecchia signora che ride
È passata a fare visita
E quando se ne va
Non lascia assolutamente niente
Guarda l'ubriacone del villaggio
Stramazzare sulla strada
Non riesce a distinguere le caviglie
Dal resto dei suoi piedi
Lui ama la sua vecchia signora che ride
Perché il suo sapore è così dolce
Ma l’amore della signora che ride
Non è cosa che lui possa avere
C’è fermento sull’autostrada
Tinge di nero la notte
C’è uno scivolio sulle scale
Che non fa stare affatto tranquilli
E c’è un boato nella camera da letto
E un lampo di luce
C’è la vecchia signora che ride
Va tutto bene