Glory Hole

She took off with a lonely planet

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?"

"A ja, kommen sie mit, we got plenty bed"

I found myself in a leather bar

There was sweat dripping off on my wurst

"Hey boy", said the man to my right

"Do you need something to quench your thirst?"

A brown bottle makes an appearance

And he thrust it under my nose

I woke up in a studded mask

Wearing Heinrich Himmler's clothes

Every man's got a glory hole

Every man's got a glory hole

Can't keep a woman to save my soul

Every man's got a glory hole

Günther the giver

Ich liebe dich

I rode the leather bar every night

But Günther 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 living a lie

Now let the truth be told

Every man's got a glory hole

Every man's got a glory hole

Can't keep a woman to save my soul

Every man's got a glory hole

Günther 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)

(Günther, Günther)

Kanye West's got a glory hole

Paul McCartney's got a glory hole

Bobby Geldof's got a glory hole

Sigmund Freud had a glory hole

The Sleaford Mods have got a glory hole

The BBC has got plenty of holes

Every Tory has a glory hole

Even my daddy's got a glory hole

I give it away, you're taking it

Don't give it away

Tuck your wind pipe dry, little darling

Wipe my tear from your eye

Günther the giver

Günther the giver

Günther the giver

Ich liebe dich