The truth is a lie unspoken
There's no hiding in the open
Mad Ludwig's playing Wagner
In the garden of the Father
And the butterworts are open
On the silent slopes of Snowden
If you want it, you must seek it
You can't keep yourself a secret
When I met you at the station
You had perfume degradation
And the blind harper's playing
While the dumb monks are praying
Diddle de de de
Diddle de
The dahlias are dead
Bert Lister is in my head
Delusion and ambition
Led me on
If you ever feel the same
There's only you to blame
Finally, it all comes
Down to one
There are things you sometimes do
That you know's not really you
Marie Antoinette
Loved a Crepe Suzette
And in a Kentish warren
Lay Captain Mangle's sporran
Diddle de de de
Diddle de
The dahlias are dead
Bert Lister is in my head
Delusion and ambition
Led me on
If you ever feel the same
There's only you to blame
Finally, it all comes
Down to one
Mad Ludwig's all locked up
In the attic way above
When all that he needed
Was love
Mad Ludwig's all locked up
In the attic way above
When all that he needed
Was love
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The truth is a lie unspoken
There's no hiding in the open
Mad Ludwig's playing Wagner
In the garden of the Father
And the butterworts are open
On the silent slopes of Snowden
If you want it, you must seek it
You can't keep yourself a secret
When I met you at the station
You had perfume degradation
And the blind harper's playing
While the dumb monks are praying
Diddle de de de
Diddle de
The dahlias are dead
Bert Lister is in my head
Delusion and ambition
Led me on
If you ever feel the same
There's only you to blame
Finally, it all comes
Down to one
There are things you sometimes do
That you know's not really you
Marie Antoinette
Loved a Crepe Suzette
And in a Kentish warren
Lay Captain Mangle's sporran
Diddle de de de
Diddle de
The dahlias are dead
Bert Lister is in my head
Delusion and ambition
Led me on
If you ever feel the same
There's only you to blame
Finally, it all comes
Down to one
Mad Ludwig's all locked up
In the attic way above
When all that he needed
Was love
Mad Ludwig's all locked up
In the attic way above
When all that he needed
Was love
There's no hiding in the open
Mad Ludwig's playing Wagner
In the garden of the Father
And the butterworts are open
On the silent slopes of Snowden
If you want it, you must seek it
You can't keep yourself a secret
When I met you at the station
You had perfume degradation
And the blind harper's playing
While the dumb monks are praying
Diddle de de de
Diddle de
The dahlias are dead
Bert Lister is in my head
Delusion and ambition
Led me on
If you ever feel the same
There's only you to blame
Finally, it all comes
Down to one
There are things you sometimes do
That you know's not really you
Marie Antoinette
Loved a Crepe Suzette
And in a Kentish warren
Lay Captain Mangle's sporran
Diddle de de de
Diddle de
The dahlias are dead
Bert Lister is in my head
Delusion and ambition
Led me on
If you ever feel the same
There's only you to blame
Finally, it all comes
Down to one
Mad Ludwig's all locked up
In the attic way above
When all that he needed
Was love
Mad Ludwig's all locked up
In the attic way above
When all that he needed
Was love
Writer: Stephen Greenhalgh
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