A single drop of some kind of Dalmatian wine
Which was hiding in a bottle from some far golden time
Was more than enough to have me jump all around
Was more than enough to have me write this stupid song, yeah
Teacher of the deaf children, teacher of the deaf, deaf, deaf children...
A spin around through a crystal hall of fame
Filled with unfinished 19th century reign
A Russian empress asked me well would you like to dance
And I had to say no, this song will give no second chance, yeah
Teacher of the deaf children, teacher of the deaf, deaf, deaf children...
I went to church on one fine Friday eve
And found my self surrounded with hundred homeless priests
One of them asked what the hell are you doing here
And I said it's the song, it's the song that brought me here
Teacher of the deaf children, teacher of the deaf, deaf, deaf children...
Well for some kind of a reason I don't know what's going on
I mean This song could be written by anyone
But no he said for you are the chosen one
And I just said, what the hell I'm chosen for yeah
Teacher of the deaf children, teacher of the deaf, deaf, deaf children...