Fast Blues For Little V - Madrugada

Ah little V is whistling on a tune

She’s coughing in the darkness of your room

She left your manhood leaning on a broom

Now you’re over in the land blind

And you’re all bruised and you’re leaning on your fast blues

Ah little V has got a careless lover

But she does not care to know if you’re thinking of her

She enters the new scene so thin and sober

Just when you care to put yourself to some use

She leaves you flicking on your fast blues

Ah little V is nowhere to be found

Ah you look for her, but she is not around

You listen with one ear to the ground

Even Pigeon Foot, the Indian, is here

But he has no news

He only knows the chords for a fast blues

Ah little V is calling on the phone

But she does not want you now that you’re alone

Ah talking in a dry and broken tone

It’s a tiny, little insult to your drunken groan

And your slow shoes — it’s an insult to your fast, fast blues!