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 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 swan 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 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"