At the Sunlight sanatorium (Katzenjammer Kabarett)

The lady in furs appeared at seven In the Sunlight Sanatorium garden There were a child, an old man and a nun All gathered together to breathe the sun She had spent the night drinking and flirting Needed to see a bit of misery She had in mind to stop on her way home At the famous Sunlight Sanatorium The child: “I’m always cold but the sun will cure my soul” The nun: “The sun is my real god, feel His kiss is my goal!” The old man: “All my life I’ve been bored, now the light fills my days” The lady in furs: “You are all blind puppets seeking help from fake rays...” The lady took off her purple fur coat Which was not to prevent her from the cold It was to protect her skin from a sun That could cause her complexion Destruction The child: “Get out from my sun, I need it to cure my soul!” The nun: “Get away heretic whore, you outrage my god!” The old man: “Don’t hide that sun please it brightens my days!” The lady in furs: “Touch me, poor things, I'm more real than your rays...” There she was all naked in front of them They looked all worried and a little stern But she didn’t care, she was having fun She had decided to replace their sun She was so right that they stood, all at once Caressed her body, so soft, so white “Not so close!” she cried “Just want to have fun!” Too late, the lady was strangled in the morning sun.