O morals, O morals, O morals!
why
you
stick hard to some mortals,
like
me.
You have shackled my soul,
and, imprisoned my goal;
of soaring high,
up in the sky,
of saying good-bye,
to the morals high.
O morals, O morals, O morals
I beseech thee, to leave my soul
and let me soar,
like a boat.

O mortal, O mortal, O mortal
I am not thy prison,
I am actually a season,
that penetrates in the soul
I am to you, like
a shell to a snail.
Or like a track,
to a rail.
So, come to me,
and, hug me,
so, that I should
teach thee,
the morals
of mortals.