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No. 5 - Song - Minna and Chorus
| Minna: | A lot of funny folks one sees At Ladies' Universities, From all the world they seem to come; Perhaps you'd like to hear of some. A girl I know to lecture goes With pince-nez tumbling off her nose, And while she crams her learned mind, Her blouse is yawning wide behind! She has a knowledge full and rich About the Whatness of the Which, But if she saw a Paris hat, She'd say: "Ach, himmel! what is that?" |
| Chorus: | She wouldn't know the use of that! |
| Minna: | Says she: "I know, know, know About Plato, to, to! And when I can, can, can, I talk of Man and Superman. So I don't care, care, care To brush my hair, hair, hair!" And that's the sort of learned girl you see At Gottenberg. |
| Chorus: | Says she: "I know, know, know About Plato, to, to! And when I can, can, can, I talk of Man and Superman. So I don't care, care, care To brush my hair, hair, hair!" And that's the sort of learned girl you see At Gottenberg! |
| Minna: | Our old professor's queer enough. He's far too fond of taking snuff. His spectacles are big and blue, The sort of thing you can't see through. His boots are big and never black, His neck-tie hanging down his back. His coat is long, his trousers short, But still he is a real good sort! His lectures are so dry and deep That all the girls are sound asleep. And then he looks around his class And sings "Ach, ladies, was ist das?" |
| Chorus: | They all are snoring, das ist was! |
| Minna: | Says he: "Today, day, day I haf to say, say, say, Ach, I forget, get, get, We haf not come to him as yet! I leave mine notes, notes, notes In other coats, coats, coats." So I'm afraid we won't learn much from him At Gottenberg. |
| Chorus: | Says he: "Today, day, day I haf to say, say, say, Ach, I forget, get, get, We haf not come to him as yet! I leave mine notes, notes, notes In other coats, coats, coats." So I'm afraid we won't learn much from him At Gottenberg! |
| Minna: | The English girl's another sort, She's up to any kind of sport, Her colour's bright, but doesn't fade. She's always trim and tailor-made! She loves to go with men to ride, And clear the hedges side by side. And she declares without a blush, At home she often takes the brush! She has a bit upon a race, She's ridden in a steeple-chase, And she's the sort our men prefer. I wonder what they see in her. |
| Chorus: | What can a German see in her? |
| Minna: | Says she, "Why not, not, not? Let's have a trot, trot, trot, I'm game you bet, bet, bet, And can you spare a cigarette? Oh, I'm all right, right, right, I've got a light, light, light! And she's the girl that seems to take the men At Gottenberg! |
| Chorus: | Says she, "Why not, not, not? Let's have a trot, trot, trot, I'm game you bet, bet, bet, And can you spare a cigarette? Oh, I'm all right, right, right, I've got a light, light, light! And she's the girl that seems to take the men At Gottenberg! |
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Page modified 10 December 2016