In the old town
When I last came around
Things were not so obvious
She was not parading as she had

'Werner,' you whispered to me
'There it is bliss'
It's something that I've skirted around
But that I don't plan to miss

Oh Blokbuster, oh Blok
Waiting to know
Waiting to see
Waiting to go
I was waiting for thee

But stuck in a corner
She was seen stumbling over there
I washed my hands of him
But he thought I was washing my hair

Unrecognizably read
I slipped through the seam
Out on the street there was no time
To pause or look back

Oh Blokbuster, oh Blok
Was waiting to know
Waiting to see
Waiting to go
Waiting for thee

It's better to be
So far off from thee
Where I recall you pleasantly
Where I can feel free

Now I wander aimlessly
No light on in the hall
No friendly step a-steering me
No guiding hand at all

Oh Blokbuster, oh Blok
Waiting to know
Waiting to see
Waiting to go
I was waiting for thee