Ernestine,
I've known many girls like you
Some of them a little nicer, a little more unsure of their law
One more
It's in the habits
Of the land of magic spells
A perfume of China,
Or of anything else
And your Austin Martin, which of course won't start
Sleep, it's better
Or look around for
The next fool spying on you
Ernestine, Ernestine
You hear voices, retain your dignity!
Ernestine, the seats are expensive down here
The hymn of the treetops
Can be reached, or cannot be reached
The nights are passing by,
The chase away the sounds
There are other ones following your trail
Ernestine [x4]