Of Montreal - My, What a Strange Day with a Swede lyrics

When I rode in a trolley across your face with a Swedish man I bet that wasn't in your plans for the day My, what a strange day (What a strange day) For poor little Nietzsche Why so forlorn? You know we love you, Nietzsche And all of your friends have come to see you, Nietzsche So let us see you, Nietzsche Everyone's waiting, Nietzsche Don't be so sneaky When he smeared a candy bar across your face with a gloveless hand I thought you'd never stop lashing the Swede My, what a strange day (What a strange day) For poor little Nietzsche Why so forlorn? You know we love you, Nietzsche And all of your friends have come to see you, Nietzsche So let us see you, Nietzsche Everyone's waiting, Nietzsche Don't be so sneaky What more could be done on a day like today Than to lock up your heart and quickly swallow the key? Now I'm gonna tell you something we can do If you cut off my head, I'll cut yours off for you I'll cut it off for you I'll cut it off for you I'll cut it off for you Poor little Nietzsche Why so forlorn? You know we love you, Nietzsche And all of your friends have come to see you, Nietzsche So let us see you, Nietzsche Everyone's waiting, Nietzsche Don't be so sneaky What more could be done on a day like today Than to lock up your heart and quickly swallow the key? I like the image of us tossing our heads at the Swedish man I bet he'd never telephone us again Not even to say (Not even to say) "My, what a strange day For poor little Nietzsche" Why so forlorn? You know we love you, Nietzsche And all of your friends have come to see you, Nietzsche Oh, let us see you, Nietzsche Everyone's waiting, Nietzsche Don't be so sneaky