The way I am, Mein Herr.A tiger is a tiger.Not a lamb, Mein Herr.You""ll never turn the vinegar To jam, Mein Herr.So I do, what I do.When I""m through, then I""m through, and I""m through.Toodle-oo! Bye-Bye, Mein Lieber Herr, Farewell, Mein Lieber Herr.It was a fine affair But now it""s over.And though I used to care I need the open air.You""re better off without me, Mein Herr.Don""t dab your eye, Mein Herr.Or wonder why, Mein Herr.I""ve always said that I was a rover.You mustn""t knit your brow, You should have known by nowYou""d every cause to doubt me, Mein Herr...After her "wildly sensual" feigned-depravity performance, Sally introduces Brian to her opportunistic friend, Fritz Wendel (Fritz Wepper), an impoverished German who hopes to improve his broken English - to impress and charm wealthy ladies and land a rich wife ("so he can dazzle fat American divorcees") - as a self-admitted, fortune-hunting gigolo.The next morning, still recovering from a hangover and half-conscious, he is led to the Upton Fairgrounds for a campaign barbecue and speech.The men try to locate the creature, but it appears that it has descended down the hillside""s slope toward the suburban area below.Sex always has something to do with it, dear...From the time you""re about so big, and wondering why your girlfriends"" fathers are getting so arch all of a sudden.