Oh the night is young
With the lashes hung
And the fillies all in heat
How their laps turn plum
When the church dogs come
Sniffing for a seat
But a lady sits heart
And legs crossed
As tight lipped as a mouse
Though I find when I lift my legs
My hooves bring down the house
Mein Liebe, Mein Welbe
Spielt den Wildpferden
Klap-Klip-Klap
Mit unsere Röcken Hochgezogen
Und im Grätschsitz und Reitgerte
Mein Liebe, Mein Welbe
Stieg auf die Wildpferde
Kilp-Klop-Klip
To the Hound, around of Hell
On the Devil's carousel
Once a pious dog was worshipping
On his master's thighs
Outside the fillies tramped and brayed
Unsaddled in the sties
Aroused he slid down his master's pants
Bannisters and rails
To scratch upon the stable door
And poke forbbiden tales
Mein Liebe, Mein Welbe
Spielt den Wildpferden
Klap-Klip-Klap
Mit unsere Röcken Hochgezogen
Und im Grätschsitz und Reitgerte
Mein Liebe, Mein Welbe
Stieg auf die Wildpferde
Kilp-Klop-Klip
To the Hound, around of Hell
On the Devil's carousel
He tender footed in the barn
[?] [?] And thick
And lept between the fillies legs
To mark his bailing whick
Some girls fall for fables
Some fall just for kicks
So bar the doors
And thrash the hooves
Let's teach a dog new tricks
Mein Liebe, Mein Welbe
Spielt den Wildpferden
Klap-Klip-Klap
Mit unsere Röcken Hochgezogen
Und im Grätschsitz und Reitgerte
Mein Liebe, Mein Welbe
Stieg auf die Wildpferde
Kilp-Klop-Klip
To the Hound, around of Hell
On the Devil's carousel
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