| There’s no wisdom I may give | 
| Only my apologies | 
| If an answer you must have | 
| There is a cave by the sea | 
| You’ll find there a Methuselah | 
| As wind-swept as the trees | 
| Should you approach him there | 
| I advise you do so gingerly | 
| Lorelei, trouble my water | 
| Oh, I throw myself over rapture of song | 
| Lorelei, sweet mooncusser | 
| Oh, my compass is spinning and I’m so far from home | 
| There was a time of innocence | 
| He knew nothing of the sea | 
| Landlocked in all directions | 
| Riding elephants to victory | 
| But when the war, at last, was over | 
| To the circus, the beast went | 
| So he walked until the land’s end | 
| And he’s been there ever since | 
| Lorelei, trouble my water | 
| Oh, I throw myself over rapture of song | 
| Lorelei, sweet mooncusser | 
| Oh, my compass is spinning and I’m so far from home | 
| Lorelei, trouble my water | 
| Oh, I throw myself over rapture of song | 
| Lorelei, sweet mooncusser | 
| Oh, my compass is spinning and I’m so far from home |