| Me and Yates an army buddy o’mine
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| Were doin' three years in Germany at the time
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| We came upon these Frauleins in the bar
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| Yates said, «Darf isch zee be-gleit-en?», they said «Ya»
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| And 'Darf isch zee be-gleit-en means?', 'Can we sit with you all?'
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| Oh we must have drunk ten quarts of German beer
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| My conscience and my sinuses were clear
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| I asked that Fraulein if she was a spy
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| She said, «Nein but do bis ain bissel high»
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| A condition not uncommon to the American soldier
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| Well, later on I went to be excused
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| When I returned I was a bit confused
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| Yates and his Fraulein had hit the air
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| Another guy was sittin' in my chair
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| A young soldier whom we shall get to know better
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| I said, «Excuse me mister that’s my seat
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| I’d like to have it back sir if you please
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| That girl’s a nurse and I’ve been awful sick»
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| The man looked up at me and said, «Mox-nix»
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| Which means that he was not overly concerned with my health
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| Next thing I knew he had a switchblade knife
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| Oh Lord, I didn’t know that Fraulein was his wife
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| I took off through that Gasthaus like a fool
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| Behind me I heard the crashing stools
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| As the police would say, he was in hot pursuit
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| Well, the waitress yelled there’s MPs on the way
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| That’s one more reason I didn’t want to stay
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| As I went out the window somethin' went switch
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| And I giggled all the way home knowin' he missed
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| At the time it seemed like a laughing matter
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| But next morning my coat was lyin' there on the bunk
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| And when I saw that coat it made me jump
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| That man had cut my coat right down the back
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| A little bit more and they’d been playin' me taps
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| And knowin' the sad nature of that song I would decline it
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| Well, later on I heard that guy got stabbed
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| They sent him home and didn’t that make me glad
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| On love and marriage I want to say one thing
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| Oh lady, if you’re married wear that ring
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| And the army has a new policy if you can’t move it, paint it
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| If it has a switchblade knife, salute it
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| Not necessarily an incident one would want to write mother about
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| Germany being full of good soldiers and good people |