oh slap me in the face
and roll me in the stingers
if I've ever seen a pair
of suck ugly old mingers
as you and me naked in the mirror
it's not very nice, baby
when we were young
we were as beautiful
as butterflies on flowers
and we've lost our looks
but our love has kept its powers
oh we may be mingers
but we're mingers in paradise
sweet paradise
where the blossom is falling
through the soft white silence
of our heads
and we dream that we can't hear
the terrible calling
from the cold dark graves
of the recently dead
cold dark graves
cold dark graves
cold dark graves