Brandenburg Gate 1:16 Brubeck, Derry Music. Lyrics by Richard Bob Greene
lyrics
Brandenburg, there by the Berlin Gate,
He wore a trench coat and a Hamburg on his balding pate (my comb-over)
He was a spy and so was I
We had a date but I was late
There at the wall, before the fall,
Our eyes would meet across the street
We broke the code, our feelings showed,
We met in public, no more secrecy
(I think the crossing guard is in the KGB).
Brandenburg (back at the car), he took me in his arms
And when we kissed we could not miss the bulges of firearms (my forty-five)
We found détente in the Trabant
We were on fire, I wore a wire,
We could be shot, but I think he’s so hot! (but I think she’s hot! hot! hot!)
No cold war (Brandenburg), anymore (Brandenburg)
We were undercover agents so in love at Brandenburg.
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