The mist is mysterious The gift leaves me grinning These very words in german Have some different meaning Americans are doing their things While you are sleeping One better keep an eye on time Tell them who’s not keeping
Please don’t phone Khabarovsk now Please don’t phone Khabarovsk now They may be asleep and I Have no wish to talk to angry people
I have no head but I’ve a bed And when I lie in this bed at night Somewhere, thousands of kilometers under me There’s the Pacific ocean There’s Hawaii and Honolulu And the people are playing the ukuleles And what am I supposed to do?