A Little Attila

Long ago there lived a mighty conqueror
Who savagely set all of Europe aflame
His approach struck terror in the hearts of men
But women's hearts lept up each time they heard his name
They say he wasn't a man of great stature of looks or smarts
But he broke armies and navies and empires and women's hearts
And while the men would quake ev'ry woman from whore to nun
Just kneeled and prayed for the raid of Attila the Hun.

Yes I could use a little touch of Attila such a Hun
From time to time a hit of him a bit of him is fun
But nothing more 'cause he's a bore and furthermore he's crude
He's selfish and oblivious, lascivious and lewd
But just as I've been known to take a piece of cake with tea
When life gets too vanilla why Attila's who I see
Least that's the man I fantasize
The man that I idealize
A cute little brute
Who knows how to shoot
My Attila My Hun

Nowadays there are no mighty conquerors
Don't bother looking for a lover like that
You can find a banker or a general
One will be bald and one tremendously fat
The younger men come and go and you know they all come too soon
Older men treat and are sweet and they're soft like a ,macaroon
O yes I've looked high and low throughout each part of Germany
But oh no cock ever crowed loud enough for me.

There are no more Attilas here amongst these dreary men
The warrior from days of yore will not appear again
I don't need a flotilla or a villa by the sea
But oh for a scintilla of some hot virility
But look around what's to be found it's pitiful Oy vey
O I'd kill to be marryin' a barbarian today
So I retreat to fantasy
For there I have the man for me
A cute little brute
Who knows how to shoot
My Attila My Hun


Today I feel like Tambulaine
Music and Lyrics by Rudolf Nelson
English Lyrics by Jeremy Lawrence
From a translation by Kathleen L. Komar


Sorrio tanto quando ouço isto. Ai ai, a cute little brute...