A bit of Goethe, a bit of Bonaparte,
That's how he should look, the man I'm waiting for.
A bit of intellect, a bit of courage,
Sitting next to me, yes, that would be great!
A bit of Goethe, a bit of Bonaparte,
That's how he should look, the man I'm waiting for.
A bit of courage, a bit of intellect –
If only I knew where he lives and what he's called!
One had strong arms,
But he was no great light.
The other had a lot in his head,
But a man, that he was not.
A bit of Goethe, a bit of Bonaparte,
That's how he should look, the man I'm waiting for.
A bit of courage, a bit of intellect –
If only I knew where he lives and what he's called!
One of them, he was a German Master,
But much too shy to kiss.
The other was a Casanova,
So not to be called faithful.
A bit of Goethe, a bit of Bonaparte,
That's how he should look, the man I'm waiting for.
A bit of intellect, a bit of courage,
Sitting next to me, yes, that would be great.
A bit of Goethe, a bit of Bonaparte,
That's how he should look, the man I'm waiting for.
A bit of courage, a bit of intellect –
If only I knew where he lives and what he's called,
If only I knew where he lives and what he's called!