Tango 'Till They're Sore
Tom Waits Lyrics


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Well, you play that tarantella, all the hounds will start to roar
The boys all go to hell and then the Cubans hit the floor
They drive along the pipeline, they tango 'til they're sore
They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
And send me off to bed for evermore

Make sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to do
Just get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews
Turn the spit on that pig and kick the drum and let me down
Put my clarinet beneath your bed till I get back in town
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
So send me off to bed for evermore

Just make sure she's all in calico and the color of a doll
Wave the flag on Cadillac day, and a skillet on the wall
Cut me a switch or hold your breath 'til the sun goes down
Write my name on the hood, send me off to another town
And just let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
Tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
Will you send me off to bed for evermore?

Fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past




Send me off to bed for evermore
Send me off to bed for evermore

Overall Meaning

In Tom Waits's song "Tango 'Til They're Sore," the singer paints a vivid picture of a wild and frenzied scene where tarantellas (fast and rhythmic Italian folk dances) are played and the participants become lost in a delirious dance. Sometimes, they become so lost that "they drive along the pipeline." The "Cubans" mentioned in this lyric may be a reference to Afro-Cuban percussionists who were popular on the American music scene in the 1980s.


The singer then makes a request: "Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair." This could be interpreted in a few ways - either as a desire to live life to the fullest, even if it means taking risks, or as a desire to physically escape from a life that is overwhelming or oppressive. The other lyrics suggest a somewhat reckless lifestyle, with references to gambling and unclear pasts.


In the final verse, the singer seems to be asking for a send-off party, complete with a doll-dressed woman, a flag (perhaps for Mardi Gras or another festive event), and a skillet to represent home cooking. There's a sense that the singer is restless and seeking something that they haven't found yet.


Overall, "Tango 'Til They're Sore" is a song that celebrates wild abandon while acknowledging the darker, more dangerous aspects of such a lifestyle. It's a mournful and wistful song, with a sense that the singer is longing for something they haven't yet found.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, you play that tarantella, all the hounds will start to roar
If you play that particular music, everyone will dance uncontrollably and go wild.


The boys all go to hell and then the Cubans hit the floor
When the men hear the tarantella, they will get so wild that it will appear as if they are going to hell while the Cuban people continue dancing on the floor.


They drive along the pipeline, they tango 'til they're sore
The people drive along the pipeline and dance tango till they are exhausted.


They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door
They skillfully break down their worst dreams and let them go, freeing themselves of their fears.


Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
I want to jump from the window with colorful paper pieces on my head.


Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs
Let's play card game, and the prize is a better life, while sitting on the stairs covered with a blanket.


I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
I'll reveal all my hidden information, but lie about everything that happened before.


And send me off to bed for evermore
Let's put me to bed forever.


Make sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to do
Make sure my signature tune is played, even if it means playing it with daisy flowers.


Just get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews
Take me to the colorful city of New Orleans to attend a church with peculiar painted pews.


Turn the spit on that pig and kick the drum and let me down
Let's slow cook a pig and play the drum with our feet and relax.


Put my clarinet beneath your bed till I get back in town
Keep my clarinet safe under your bed until I return to town.


Just let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Just allow me to jump out of the window with paper pieces on my head.


Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
Let's sit on the stairs wrapped in a blanket and play a card game called Jacks or Better.


Tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
I will tell all my confessions but provide false information about my former life.


Will you send me off to bed for evermore?
Can you please put me to rest forever?




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@nicholaskinsey5160

Well, you play that tarantella, all the hounds will start to roar
The boys all go to hell and then the Cubans hit the floor
They drive along the pipeline, they tango 'til they're sore
They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
And send me off to bed for evermore

Make sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to do
Just get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews
Turn the spit on that pig and kick the drum and let me down
Put my clarinet beneath your bed till I get back in town
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
So send me off to bed for evermore

Just make sure she's all in calico and the color of a doll
Wave the flag on Cadillac day, and a skillet on the wall
Cut me a switch or hold your breath 'til the sun goes down
Write my name on the hood, send me off to another town
And just let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
Tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
Will you send me off to bed for evermore?

Fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
Send me off to bed for evermore
Send me off to bed for evermore



All comments from YouTube:

@mikeparaska2984

Yesterday I got my first kitten. The girl at the shelter described her breed as "calico". Well the only place I remember hearing that word was in this song, so I named her Tango.

@richierahlke8658

The very first piece I heard by Tom Waits. I still remember when i heard that "confetti line" in the lyrics and the very precise location. Decades of enthusiasm followed. Such an artist!

@boneytony5041

Stay away from windows

@ethanvanheerden6405

The first time I heard that heinous out of tune piano intro, my heart sang, my mind perked up, and I was hooked...20 years later I am still in love...thanks Tom!

@chriswilliams6609

My favorite track from Rain Dogs.

@banjicahood2507

Ana Popovic

@ateveenstra5361

Mine too together with Singapore. Every sentence is a complete story.

@paulawhannell18

Good shout .

@jarnokorhonen3840

This and Union Square.

@benmaurer8055

I live this song

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