Hes got himself a homemade special
You know his glass is full of sand
And it feels just like a jaybird the way it fits into his hand
He rolled a blade up in his trick towel
They slap their hands against the wall
You never trip, you never stumble
Hes walking spanish down the hall

Slip him a picture of our jesus
Or give him a spoon to dig a hole
What all he done aint no ones business
But hell need blankets for the cold
They dim the lights over on broadway
Even the king has bowed his head
And every face looks right up at mason
Man hes walking spanish down the hall

Litellas screeching for a blind pig
Punk sanders carved it out of wood
He never sang when he got hoodwinked
They tried it all but he never would
Tomorrow morning therell be laundry
But hell be somewhere else to hear the call
Dont say goodbye, hes just leaving early
Hes walking spanish down the hall

All st. barthelemew said
Was whispered into the ear of blind jack dawes
All baker told the machine was that he never broke the law
Go on and tip your hat up to the pilate
Take off your watch, your rings and all
Even jesus wanted just a little more time
When he was walking spanish down the hall

-Tom Waits