Of Schlagenheim

She's at a centre
 She's at a centre
 He's got his hand turned
 She's got his hand turned
 He's at a centre
 He's at a sanctum
 He's got his hand turned
 At a centre
 At a centre
 She's got his hand turned
 He's got his hand turned
 He's at a centre
 He's got his hand turned
 He's at a centre
 He's at a 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
 Ah, na-na-na-na, na, na-na-na-na, na, hey na
 And I am 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
 
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 The thing left at one o'clock
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 But no, it is awful
 And sweat is running down
 No, it is awful
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 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 swan and the legs of a-
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 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
 And now I understand the reason, and I feel to comply
 And I said, "Please, first you must understand the reason why
 It's 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"