My, What A Strange Day With A Swede

When I rode in a trolley across your face

With a Swedish man

I bet that wasn't in your plans for the day

My what a strange day for poor little Nietzsche

Why so forlorn

You know we love you Nietzsche

And all of your friends have come to see you Nietzsche

So let us see you Nietzsche

Everyone's waiting Nietzsche

Don't be so sneaky

When he smeared a candy bar across your face

With a gloveless hand

I thought you'd never stop lashing the Swede

My what a strange day for poor little Nietzsche

Why so forlorn

You know we love you Nietzsche

And all of your friends have come to see you Nietzsche

So let us see you Nietzsche

Everyone's waiting Nietzsche

What more could be done on a day like today

Then to lock up your heart and quickly swallow the key

Now I'm going to tell you something we can do

If you cut off my head I'll cut yours off for you

I'll cut it off for you

I'll cut it off for you

I'll cut it off for you

Why so forlorn

You know we love you Nietzsche

And all of your friends have come to see you Nietzsche

So let us see you Nietzsche

Everyone's waiting Nietzsche

Poor little Nietzsche

Don't be so sneaky

What more could be done on a day like today

Then to lock up your heart and quickly swallow the key

I like the image of us tossing our heads at a Swedish man

I bet he'd never telephone us again

Not even to say

My what a strange day for poor little Nietzsche

Why so forlorn

You know we love you Nietzsche

And all of your friends have come to see you Nietzsche

So let us see you Nietzsche

Everyone's waiting Nietzsche

Don't be so sneaky