I'm just a scarecrow
with out you
baby please don't disappear
I beg your pardon dear
I gotta a bottle full of trumpet
a hat
box full of drum
I beg your pardon dear
I got upset
I lost my head
I didn't mean
the things I said
You are the landscape
Of my dreams
Darlin' I beg your pardon
I'd give your Boardwalk
And Park Place
And all of my hotelsI beg your pardon dear
Please don't go back to St. Louis
Can't you tell that I'm sincere
I beg your pardon dear

Tom Waits