In the old town When I last came around Things were not so obvious She was not parading as she had "Werner," you whispered to me "There it is bliss" It's something that I've skirted around But that I don't plan to miss O Blokbuster O Blok Waiting to know Waiting to see Waiting to go I was waiting for thee But stuck in a corner She was seen stumbling over there "I washed my hands of him But he thought I was washing my hair" Unrecognizably read I slipped through the seam Out on the street there was no time To pause or look back O Blokbuster O Blok Was waiting to know Waiting to see Waiting to go Waiting for thee It's better to be So far off from thee Where I recall you pleasantly Where I can feel free Now I wander aimlessly No light on in the hall No friendly step a-steering me No guiding hand at all O Blokbuster O Blok Waiting to know Waiting to see Waiting to go I was waiting for thee