A man in a red coat straddled the shoulder
Off the street to vanish into a cloud
Looking up between his arms he saw the sidewalk
Floundering lustily around
He followed his eyelids up the stairs and
Turned and stared at a lustered pound
That gave him as a reply a jellied smile from its
Green and wide mouth

As he passed the door he rolled his eyes
He was galvanized through the phone and
Understood the crackle of typewriters,
Phonographs and heliophones
But it was Sunday and walking and talking
- It's all the same- he could've been (...)
He came here for a lady while the sun & the wind were
Walking and talking,
Walking and talking

The light snuggles a substance
Like a worm in Vatican
Set at a radio broadcast that long ago began
The sound dropped him earlier from somewhere
This time
The saxophone fish musicians were

Then nightfall, my dear, flung his gambling limbs
Along the street to here
Though the walls were all of concrete
He could by a simple pressure of his teeth
Break the tender mechanism which sustained them
And dropped a powdered smile
Thus was he welcomed, thus were his feet
Bathed to be roared back in scream
Then he knew that she would stalk maybe scrap him
And by orchids sing about it
He became 1, 2, 3, wobbling dishes for her
Gentle guests, his friends and enemies
But it was Sunday and at a quiet terrace
He could have been seated and talking

And at nightfall he shuddered,
The horror of that dusk
The eyes shut,

© Lyrics by Katzenjammer Kabarett