What could you want with my jalopy heart? What could you want with my jalopy heart? It's rusty and battered and falling apart You're probably wastin' your time tryin' to get it to start My jalopy heart Though I still may know how to love I still may know how to love I still may know What could you want with my rattlesnake skin? What could you want with my rattlesnake skin? I've shed it before and I'll shed it again Leave it useless, grey as an old man's chin My rattlesnake skin Though I still may know how to feel I still may know how to feel I still may know What could you want with my antique music box voice? What could you want with my antique music box voice? It'll play you a song, a faintly audible noise— Now a dirge but once a song of rejoice My antique music box voice Though I still may know how to sing I still may know how to sing I still may know Through I still may know how to love I still may know how to love I still may know