Mr Oh!

Working is ass off
night and day he walks
lonely through the streets of darkness
Mean-looking bars and lock of drunk people;
he simply loves it too much to give it up
to give it up

Mr. Oh where d'you go?
Where d'you think you're doing?
What that yellow hut you wear
so proudly, you don't care!

Mr. Oh, one more song
would you play once more
and make us feel warm for the night,
for the rest of our lives?
Show us the big surprised

Born in Nebraska, where corn is abundant,
he had a few friends, but they are all strange now!
They trust old teachers, singing all preaches…
He simply loves them too much
to watch them within those walls,
those killer thought in the name of…God

Mr. Oh where d'you go?
Where do you think you're doing?
What that yellow hut you wear
so proudly, you don't care
about all the nasty kids

Mr. Oh, one more song
would you play once more
and make us feel warm for the night,
for the rest of our lives?
Show us the big surprise.