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.


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