this is the song of a dadaist
who had dada in his heart
he tore his motor apart
he had dada in his heart
the elevator lugged a king
he was a lumpy frail machine
he cut his right arm to the bone
sent it to the pope in rome
thats why later
the elevator
had no more dada in its heart
eat your chocolate
wash your brain
dada
dada
gulp some rain
.
this is the song of a bicyclist
who loved dada from the start
she therefore was a dadaist
like all with dada in their heart
but her husband on new years day
learned everything & in a crisis
sent to the vatican right away
their two bodies in two suitcases
nor the bicyclist
nor the man
was ever happy or sad again
drink some birds milk
wash your sweets
dada
dada
eat your meat
