March II

I prefer not to talk about December
And September is just a memory
And March is a bit of a genius
Is overrated, rarely clean

There are considerable doubts about October
It’s such a pathetic little thing
You hardly know the family
But is supposed to hang out with November

November? There’s nothing there, just dead blood
It rightly has this bad reputation
It lacks everything, no view of land
And then that bleak attire

[Chorus]
May, June, July and August
Everyone cries out for pleasure
The sun shines into the cold heart
It started early in stupid March

I always say January!
Top-notch credentials, all clear
Stable character, no idiot
A cool head and always bread

February is such a valet
Keep your hands off that rascal
Just squints ahead, has no plan
Practically a mirage

[Chorus]
May, June, July and August
Everyone’s crying out for pleasure
The sun shines into the cold heart
It started early in that stupid March