Our glasses are made alenwith a lift to the table nfrom the barmannnwhose patrons are growingnrestless for the showingn'fore the show.nnHandsome ladiesnmake grown men babiesntonight.nnBrothernsee herndrink her nmilk white glory.nnShe will turn me down,nbut then at least know that I'm around.nSo I pinenfor my fraulein.nnPiano player lingersnbackstage with the singersnpoor pianon(more piano)nnWeeps without a soundnso silent he is found at the fort line.nnHandsome ladies sing swooning maybe's tonight.nnBrothernsee herndrink hernmilk white glory.nnShe will turn me downnbut then at least know that I'm around.nSo I pinenfor my fraulein.nnMilk white.nnA perfect concentration,nan object of elationnis a fraulein.nnShe flirts without knowingnA fiction of a growingnfool's smile.nnYoung and unablenyet kings upon our tablentonight.nnBrother nsee her ndrink hernmilk white glory.nnShe will turn me downnbut then at least know that I'm around.nSo I pinenfor my fraulein.