[Written by TANKARD (Gutjahr/Zissel/Thorwarth/Geremia)]

You're a beauty, look so fine

The fairest maid I've ever seen
One single glance into your eyes
Sends shivers running down my spine


I long for you every single hour
I long for you with every draw of breath

To listen to your voice when you are gently talking
Makes me feel eternal bliss


I am of ancient manners
Believe in ancient rites
Got some old-fashioned present

For You, my love, tonight

[Chorus:]

Fistful! Fistful! Fistful of Love!
Into your poop-shoot, into your $$#!
Fistful! Fistful! Fistful of Love!

An other access?
Fistful! Fistful! Fistful of Love!
Into your poop-shoot, into your $$#!


You and me will last forever
I'll ever be right by your side

With tender arms I will embrace you
I will hold you through the night


I am a man with great refinement
I am a man of high esteem
Walking the way from Ivy-League to Stoneage-

It is shorter than it seems

I am of ancient manners

Believe in ancient rites
Got some old-fashioned present
For You, my love, tonight


[Chorus]


Your gentle touch now makes me shiver
I yearn for you with all my heart
The load of Amors joyous quiver

Is @@#!ed and ready to depart

I am a man with great refinement

I am a man of high esteem
Walking the way from Ivy-League to Stoneage-
It is shorter than it seems


I am of ancient manners
Believe in ancient rites

Got some old-fashioned present
For You, my love, tonight


[Chorus]