Talking gypsy market blues,
I was too late but I never got to choose,
Talking gypsy market blues,
I was too late but I never got to choose.

Got to have them gypsy boots,
Followed them by familiar (?),
Rabbled round from town to town,
Sleeping in a doorway as still as a mouse.

Saw the bullfighters last stand,
I've been (?) dust I've been kicking cans.
All my family they went home,
Let me in Portugal all alone.

Dreamed I saw that caravan,
But it was just a car park man,
Said to me as I stood in line,
There's nothing in the world as sad as time.

Well if nothing comes to nothing,
Then what's the point,
I sat right down and I built my joint,
(?) (?) (?) passed me by.
(?) (?) (?) left me dry.

Well talking gypsy market blues,
I was too late but I never got to choose,
Talking gypsy market blues,
I was too late but I never got to choose.

3 days later when I awoke,
My dust filled lungs could hardly cope,
Realised I was not alone,
I was in the old car park man's home,

Looked out the window at the local scenes,
(?) and grilled sardines,
Then through the door came the maid,
Said Maria was her name.

Long dark hair and copper skin,
Washed away my seven sins.
(?) (?) what's this bad news
I told her of my gypsy blues

Maria laughed and said your cute,
You don't need no gypsy boots,
Picked myself up off the floor,
I don't need them boots no more,
I don't need them boots no more,
I don't need them boots no more,
Said I don't need them boots no more (don't need them boots baby)