Mr Nietzche had a mind, he used it every day
But at night he had an ache that wouldn't go away
It itched so he scratched it, he scratched it til' it bled
First it drove him raving mad and then it killed him dead
Poor old Fred. Don't let this be your fate
Beware the fly in the ointment.
Tony Walker was a man who lived a life of ease
Anything he's want he's take, the world was at his knees
His one fatal weakness would put him in his grave
When one day a jealous lover blew his brains away
What a fool' you'd think he's have more style
But you just can't be too careful
Take a hint: Don't let this be your fate
Beware the fly in the ointment
Everybody's has a weakness, great and small alike
Everybody's got their sore point
Like Achilles and his heel there's always something there
To make you trip and fall if you're not careful
Leon Trotsky could have been the ruler of the roost
The hero of the working class, the wellspring of truth
A holiday in Mexico, a window wasn't closed
A killer walked right in and stuck an icepick up his nose
Leon's dead, you'd think he's have more sense
But you just can't be too careful
Take a hint: Don't let this be your fate
Beware the fly in the ointment
But at night he had an ache that wouldn't go away
It itched so he scratched it, he scratched it til' it bled
First it drove him raving mad and then it killed him dead
Poor old Fred. Don't let this be your fate
Beware the fly in the ointment.
Tony Walker was a man who lived a life of ease
Anything he's want he's take, the world was at his knees
His one fatal weakness would put him in his grave
When one day a jealous lover blew his brains away
What a fool' you'd think he's have more style
But you just can't be too careful
Take a hint: Don't let this be your fate
Beware the fly in the ointment
Everybody's has a weakness, great and small alike
Everybody's got their sore point
Like Achilles and his heel there's always something there
To make you trip and fall if you're not careful
Leon Trotsky could have been the ruler of the roost
The hero of the working class, the wellspring of truth
A holiday in Mexico, a window wasn't closed
A killer walked right in and stuck an icepick up his nose
Leon's dead, you'd think he's have more sense
But you just can't be too careful
Take a hint: Don't let this be your fate
Beware the fly in the ointment