I’ve got a ghost on my back
I hear voices that curse badly
I have ice in my throat
‘Know a dwarf who dances waltz
But it hurts so bad when I laugh
Only he knows what’s happening
He’s my favourite gentleman
Dr. Mowinckel
Dr. Mowinckel
Dr. Mowinckel
Dr. Mowinckel
There is fog on his monocle
He dances samba on the podium
He knows how to rattle his sword
And play poker with nobility
He knows exactly where you live
He always keeps up to date
The best medicine is always at hand
Dr. Mowinckel
Dr. Mowinckel
Dr. Mowinckel
Dr. Mowinckel