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She took off with a lonely planet and left me with the rough guide
And a strip of pork schnitzel tearing me up inside
Excuse me sir, do you know a place a young man might rest his head?
Ja, ja, kommen Sie mit
We got plenty bed
I found myself in a leather bar
There was sweat drippin' off of my wrist
"Hey boy" Said the man to my right
"Do you need somethin' to quench your thirst?"
A brown bottle makes an appearance and he thrusts it under my nose
I woke up in a studded mask wearin' Heinrich Himmler's clothes
(He says)
Everyone's got a glory hole
Every man's got a glory hole
Can't keep a woman to save my soul
Oh, every man's got a glory hole
Gunter, the giver
Ich liebe dich
I hit the leather bar every night
But Gunter can't be found
I had to settle for a stein of beer while that cheap, cheap techno pounds
I was a boy and now I'm a man
And I've given up control
I'm sick and tired of livin' a lie
Now let the truth be told
(He says)
Everyone's got a glory hole
Every man's got a glory hole
Can't keep a woman to save my soul
Oh, every man's got a glory hole
Gunter, the giver
Ich liebe dich
Every man's got a glory hole
Every man's got a glory hole
Every man's got a glory hole
Every man's got a glory hole
Every man has a glory hole
Every man has a glory hole
Every man has a glory hole
And every man has a glory hole
Kanye West's got a glory hole
Oh, Paul McCartney's got a glory hole
Oh, Bobby Geldof's got a glory hole
Oh, Sigmund Freud had a glory hole
The Sleaford Mods, they got glory holes
The BBC has got plenty of holes
And every story's has got a glory hole
Even my daddy's got a glory hole
Oh, everyone has a glory hole
Oh, Prince George got a dirty, dirty hole
Every man's got a glory hole
Every man's got a glory hole
Every man's got a glory hole
Every man's got a glory hole
Gunter, the giver
Gunter, the giver
Gunter, the giver
Written by: Adrian Flanagan, Dean Honer, Lias Saoudi, Saul Adamczewski
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