Lyrics:

Pale, pubescent beasts

Roam through the streets

And coffee-shops



Their prey gather in herds

Of stiff knee-length skirts

And white ankle-socks



But while they search for a mate

My type hibernate

In bedrooms above



Composing their songs of love



Young, uniform minds

In uniform lines

And uniform ties



Run round with trousers on fire

And signs of desire

They cannot disguise



While I try to find words

As light as the birds

That circle above



To put in my songs of love



Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice

Fortune depends on the tone of your voice



So sing while you have time

Let the sun shine down from above



And fill you with songs of love



Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice

Fortune depends on the tone of your voice



So sing while you still can

While the sun hangs high up above



Wonderful songs of love



Beautiful songs of love

Beautiful songs of love

Beautiful songs of love