When they made you
It was probably the wisest thing to do
Cause heavenly moulds lead to heavenly forms
And heavenly forms lead to devilish woes
And this is hell nor we are out of it
Oh, those devilish woes
I don't want to end up like Kolly Kibber
From a ghost train into the
Beautiful briny
Beautiful briny sea
One way, the only way
Oh Liebling
Liebling, die Form zerbrach
Noch in der ersten Nacht
Die Nacht des ersten Lichts
Danach kommt nichts, oder?
This roughly translates as “Darling, the mould broke”
Kolly Kibber