Gloomy Sunday

Laszlo Javor didn’t know he was doin’ anythin’ wrong
writin’ words to ‘Gloomy Sunday,’ the world’s saddest song
When it was played on the radio and broadcast nationwide
folks all over Hungary committed suicide

That guv’mint hated songs that caused a man to end his life
Only the state had the right to cause that kinda strife
When they learned how many shot themselves, jumped, or were hung
They banned Gloomy Sunday from ever bein’ sung

Americans saw the tragedy that befell that little nation
and thought “This’ll be a hit, we’ll write us a translation
Only one artist can sell a song with such notoriety
We must git it recorded by the great Billie Holliday”

Billie’s version was a hit — a hundred thousand sold
Many were to people who would never get to grow old
She sang it sad and beautiful and released it in the Fall
By Spring two hundred fans – “had decided to end it all”

People on two continents done left the world too soon
Laszlo’s girlfriend hung herself, plus the man who wrote the tune
Britain ruled to restrict the song to instrumental only
The words were causin’ folks to feel extremely sad and lonely

How could so many tragic deaths be caused by one sad song?
I’ll give a sample, but to be safe, please don’t sing along:

“Soon there’ll be candles and prayers that are said, I know,
Let them not weep, let them know that I’m glad to go.”

You’re startin’ to feel depressed by the couple lines I read
If I’d a-sung this in Hungarian by now you would be dead
If you should come across this song on iTunes, tape or disc
Be aware that you’ll be listenin’ to the words at your own risk
Gloomy Sunday