Of Schlagenheim

She’s at the centre
She’s at the centre
He’s at the centre
She’s at the centre
He’s at the centre
He’s at the centre
He’s at the centre
At the centre
At the centre
She’s at the centre
He’s at the centre
He’s at the centre
He’s at the centre
He’s at the centre
He’s at the centre and now she's at a centre

Monday morning, commotion throughout
Reverberations of a bell's 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-na-na, na, na-na-na-na, na, heeee na
And I'm so enthralled by this grand affair
So I choose to be one with the scum of this earth

Nought is true
So unclean
And it swells so bad
Looked so grand

The thing left at one o'clock
But no, it is awful
And sweat is running down
No, it is awful

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 hands of a shrimp and the legs of a

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
I'd sell to soothe my eyesight, not because they have the need
And he said: Come here sweetheart, and give me a kiss
With the thoughts of a sister whom he so dearly missed
Now I understand the reason and feel to comply
And I said: 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 she'd be so sweet, and she'd be so nice, and she'd be all of mine
Oh yes, a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven
And the hands of a porcupine
And she'd be so sweet, yes, she'd be so nice, she'd be all of mine