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 (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 (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

What more could be done on a day like today

Than to lock up your heart and quickly swallow the key?

Now I'm gonna 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

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

What more could be done on a day like today

Than to lock up your heart and quickly swallow the key?

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

I bet he'd never telephone us again

Not even to say (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

Oh, let us see you, Nietzsche

Everyone's waiting, Nietzsche

Don't be so sneaky