Come to Berlin, let yourself in
I don't think there's a lock upon the door
Play the [?] I don't think I can
My zither doesn't slither any more

All night long in a voluble way
I listen to the radio it said
Four of a kind

Waiting silently for you
With four of a kind

Painting toenails into blue

I had a word to the absurd
Gnome who stood and laughed upon my lawn
He shook his head, he looked half-dead
I knew that he was inwardly quite torn

Some romance in a cellular way
Had tripped him and he fell upon his nose
He's one of a kind

Laughing wildly at the moon
One of a kind
Hope he goes away quite soon

Viking feeling now this Viking healing
There's a Viking kneeling at the flower bed
Horns unveiling to the sky's he's wailing
I suppose his sailing is a state of mind

In a [?] way someone has to pay for all this
Five of a kind - five of a kind

Wander through the artichokes
Five of a kind

Maybe it will be the last