I have a ghost on my back
I hear voices cursing badly
I have ice in my throat
I know a midget who dances waltz

But it hurts so much when I laugh
It's only he who knows what's happening
He is my favourite dance-partner

Dr. Mowinckel

He's had fog on his monocle
Dances samba on his podium
He knows how to rattle his sword
And play poker with the nobility

But he knows so well where you live
He always keeps up-to-date
The best medicine is close at hand

Dr. Mowinckel, yeah