Of Schlagenheim

He's at a center, she's at a center

They're at a center, she's got a sanctum

He's got a sanctum, he's got a sanctum

He's got a sanctum, I got a cellar

Got a cellar, she's got a sanctum

He's got his hand tied, he's got his head up

He's got his hand up, he's at his center

He got his hand up, she got his center

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

Naught is true and so unclean

And it smelled so bad, looked so grand

Nothing left, one o'clock

But no, it is awful

And sweat is running down

No, it is awful and it's, hey, ah

Hey, ah-ah-yah, hey, ah-ah-ah

But I dream of a woman with the teeth of a raven

And the hands of a porcupine

Oh, yes, a sweetheart with teeth of a raven

And the hands of a sweatin' old landlord

And the sweat is runnin' 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 it and cracks repulsively

I'd sell to soothe my eyesight, not because the 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

But I say, "Please first, you must understand the reason why"

Because when I dream of a woman with the teeth of a raven

And the hands of a porcupine

And she'd be safe, she'd be, she'd be so nice

She'd be all of mine

Ah, yes, a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven

And the hands of a porcupine

She'd be so sweet, yes, she'd be so nice, she'd be all mine