I sold my best horse to a marching band
They kept his name but took him back to France
Them and their silly flapper girlfriends
They sat on top and made him march and dance
I sold my paintings to an architect
He paid me half and said he'd calculate the rest
Said he knew a couple Russian friends
Who'd help him out before the summer ends
But god I want it back now
I want it all back now
I'll scrape together something somehow
But god I want it back now
I sold my dresses to an opera star
She said she'd wear em when she sang Lehar
But only one had even got that far
Before she dealt em all for twice the marks
I sold my last breath to a magic man
His shiny teeth told me he had a plan
So I laid down just as the act began
The saw it slipped out of his shakin' hands
So god I want it back now
I want it all back now
I'll scrape together something somehow
Oh god I want it back now