Thrown into this world And then like this This cannot be all there is ***** ***** And teaching to ski Surely it misfit like me The thoughts he is sorting The mustache he's porting Oh! He'll understand He knows about being The darkness I'm seeing But true, rather in mind We are very much at work now We can get back to you now Sorry... sorry, we are sorry But we will get back to you In mother's saloon Reading to the commune To all the high society Sits there and bears The housewife ideas A circus freak just like me We are very much at work now We can get back to you now Sorry... sorry, we are sorry But we will get back to you