Of Schlagenheim

Hes at a centre, Shes at a centre *5
At a center
Hes at a centre, Shes at a centre *5
Monday morning, commotion throughout
Reverberations of a bells sound
A sweetheart calls and I venture forth
A voice so fair, I had no thought
And preaching on the pros of naval aviation
“Ha na na n an na na hee na”
Im so enthralled by this grand affair
So I choose to be one with the scum of this air
Nought is true
So unclean
And it smells so bad
Looked so grand
The thing left at one oclock
But no, It is awful
And sweat is running down
No, it is awful
And the silesfunder he, “hem l n'a n'a n'a neeeeeeeeeeeeee! ”
But I dream of a woman with the teeth of a raven
And the hands of a porcupine
Oh yes, a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven and the feet of a
shrimp and the legs of a--
[unintelligible screams]
And the sweat is running down my face, I wish it could be cold
So I could get a bottle full of it and sell it to the old
Their leather cannot handle heat and cracks repulsively
Id sell to soothe my eyesight, not because they have the need
And he said, 'Come here sweetheart, give me a kiss'
With the thoughts of a sister he so dearly missed
Now I understand the reason and feel to comply
I said, 'But please, first you must understand the reason why
Is because that I dream of a woman with the teeth of a raven
And the hands of a porcupine
And shed be so sweet, shed be so nice, and shed be all of mine
Oh yes, a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven
And the hands of a porcupine
Shed be so sweet, yes, shed be so nice, shed be all of mine'