My, What a Strange Day with a Swede of Montreal

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When I rode in a trolley across your face with a Swedish man
I bet that wasn't in your plans for the day
My, what a strange day (What a strange day)
For poor little Nietzsche
Why so forlorn?
You know we love you, Nietzsche
And all of your friends have come to see you, Nietzsche
So let us see you, Nietzsche
Everyone's waiting, Nietzsche
Don't be so sneaky

When he smeared a candy bar across your face with a gloveless hand
I thought you'd never stop lashing the Swede
My, what a strange day (What a strange day)
For poor little Nietzsche
Why so forlorn?
You know we love you, Nietzsche
And all of your friends have come to see you, Nietzsche
So let us see you, Nietzsche
Everyone's waiting, Nietzsche
Don't be so sneaky

What more could be done on a day like today
Than to lock up your heart and quickly swallow the key?
Now I'm gonna tell you something we can do
If you cut off my head, I'll cut yours off for you
I'll cut it off for you
I'll cut it off for you
I'll cut it off for you

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