After another production of “The Flying Dutchman”
I landed in Berlin
Thinking over it over it how can I get over it
And wonder what state I´m in
Sissi was the anarchist empress of Austria
And I was in the same state that she was in
Thinking over it over it how can I get over it
And where the hell´s that fan

After another induction to the hall of famine
I closed the magazine
Thinking over and over it how can I get over it
And be German and mean
Jenny was a pirate and Jane was beheaded and Nina was a sweet nymphomaniac
And with them in my corner I´m sure that it´s a tall order
To find that perfect man

I´m doing all that I can
Trying to make all the roses bloom in unison
Say I´m gonna blow you away
Making all of the roses bloom so step away
Making all of the roses bloom

After another unveiling of the bright red herring
I walked down Rufus Street
Thinking over it over it how can I get over it
And where in the world will I meet
That literary, lean, stripe suited lover
I´ve read about all of my life
Which I fear is a ruse and explains
All the walks through all the parks of Europe
And why I never will tell you “I love you”
And why there is just but
A vision of perfect man

I´m doing all that I can
Making all of the roses bloom in unison
Say I´m gonna blow you away
Making all of the roses bloom so step away
And be dazzled
Making all of the roses bloom