Act III Alexei Mikhail by The Weather Machine Lyrics
Little Jackie Walker got a little liquored up
Had a little too much, got a little bit rough
And he sputtered and shouted, “I’m not going home tonight!”
He turned out to be right because it became a fight
And that evening Mr. Walker, well he took my life
And the last thing I remember was a knife and flashing teeth
Then I woke up somewhere in the Soviet Bloc
With a Simonov rifle at my side
A bullet in my shoulder, and I somehow knew Yugoslavi
Because the military medic said you should be dead
In a particular Southeastern-Croatian dialect
And I replied in a Georgian-American accent, “You’re telling me”
So here I was now at enemy lines
Of a second Great War long after I had died
For I had been brought back to life in another man’s body
But in the back of my mind I remembered old Jack
And I swore to myself that I’d get him back
If this wasn’t Hell and if no one got to him before me
Little Jackie Walker got a little liquored up
Had a little too much, got a little bit rough
And he sputtered and shouted, “I’m not going home tonight!”
He turned out to be right because it became a fight
And that evening Mr. Walker, well he took my life
And the last thing I remember was a knife and flashing teeth
Well, yes, the Germans were sharp
Yes the Germans were mean
But I made myself a full recovery
And I fought for the motherland
That sent telegrams for the Partisan Army
And under the name of Alexei Mikhail
The Russians they took me because I’d done well
And trained me in the art of Espionage as their employee
And at the war’s end they sent me home again
To the US to steal our technology
But I took a car down to Georgia instead to collect my apology
Little Jackie Walker got a little liquored up
Had a little too much, got a little bit rough
And he sputtered and shouted, “I’m not going home tonight!”
He turned out to be right because it became a fight
And that evening Mr. Walker, well he took my life
And the last thing I remember was a knife and flashing teeth
And I’m not gonna let this one go
No I’m not gonna let this one go
No I’m not gonna let, gonna let, gonna let this one go
No I’m not gonna let this one go
No I’m not gonna let this one go
No I’m not gonna let, gonna let, gonna let this one go
Had a little too much, got a little bit rough
And he sputtered and shouted, “I’m not going home tonight!”
He turned out to be right because it became a fight
And that evening Mr. Walker, well he took my life
And the last thing I remember was a knife and flashing teeth
Then I woke up somewhere in the Soviet Bloc
With a Simonov rifle at my side
A bullet in my shoulder, and I somehow knew Yugoslavi
Because the military medic said you should be dead
In a particular Southeastern-Croatian dialect
And I replied in a Georgian-American accent, “You’re telling me”
So here I was now at enemy lines
Of a second Great War long after I had died
For I had been brought back to life in another man’s body
But in the back of my mind I remembered old Jack
And I swore to myself that I’d get him back
If this wasn’t Hell and if no one got to him before me
Little Jackie Walker got a little liquored up
Had a little too much, got a little bit rough
And he sputtered and shouted, “I’m not going home tonight!”
He turned out to be right because it became a fight
And that evening Mr. Walker, well he took my life
And the last thing I remember was a knife and flashing teeth
Well, yes, the Germans were sharp
Yes the Germans were mean
But I made myself a full recovery
And I fought for the motherland
That sent telegrams for the Partisan Army
And under the name of Alexei Mikhail
The Russians they took me because I’d done well
And trained me in the art of Espionage as their employee
And at the war’s end they sent me home again
To the US to steal our technology
But I took a car down to Georgia instead to collect my apology
Little Jackie Walker got a little liquored up
Had a little too much, got a little bit rough
And he sputtered and shouted, “I’m not going home tonight!”
He turned out to be right because it became a fight
And that evening Mr. Walker, well he took my life
And the last thing I remember was a knife and flashing teeth
And I’m not gonna let this one go
No I’m not gonna let this one go
No I’m not gonna let, gonna let, gonna let this one go
No I’m not gonna let this one go
No I’m not gonna let this one go
No I’m not gonna let, gonna let, gonna let this one go