the pine-apple book

Beneath a pine-apple book one and a half a year sat,
What's his name again, What's his name again, What's his name again,

Reading that Classic he said Anyone should have read,
What's his name again, What's his name again, What's his name again,

70 pages, 70 pages, and a dogmad whole of shit,
and a dogmad whole of shit,
70 pages, 70 pages, and a dogmad whole of shit,

And indeed, as said before, one and a half a year indeed
and indeed Where he sat,
One and a half a year, and much indeed he had read too much

Too much of Seyditz and too much of Kant,
Too much of Baudelaire and too much of Schmidt,
and too much of,
What's his name again, What's his name again, What's his name again,

Too much of that.