Their prey gather in herds
Of stiff knee-length skirts
But while they search for a mate
Composing their songs of love
Run round with trousers on fire
While I try to find words
To put in my songs of love
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So let's sing while we still can
While the sun hangs high up above