From the hotbed of creation In dreamstate The cure, bulletin, zeitung Was in no pill Look under The cure was in no pill
The German athletic star was continually ill For months doctors were puzzled The star would complain of the smell in his room On visiting him this was found to be true An odor resembling hot-dogs permeated the whole bedroom
A solution was only discovered by my closely Watching his brother Gert Gert was handsome, well-meaning, but slightly a careless type Not malicious, I hope you understand and grasp No chance
But on returning from his clerical job, Gert Would park his Volkswagen at the end of the day Willy-nilly in the driveway, usually the wrong way round So that the exhaust fumes would flow upwards right through The open windows of the athletic star's upstairs bedroom (carburettor)
I also discovered that Gert would turn his engine Over for up to an hour. I don't know why Citizens in my street are also Partial to this
Look under The cure was in no pill
Obtaining a new parking space for Gert's motor-car, athletic star soon Recovered Unfortunately, this being East Germany Gert patriotically volunteered to be sent on a labor Beautification course of the countryside north-west of Dresden And never seen again And never seen again
Look under The cure was in no pill Had to look under the window sill The window sill
Look under The cure was in no pill Had to look under the window sill The window sill
From certain facts you have to go on and further And often it is better to go around or look under The windowsill