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