Hey Ho Hurra wir sind in Amerika. Lets go gabba gabba. Wir sind in Amerika. Die Strnde sind lnger. Und die Sonne scheint wrmer - In Amerika. Die Reichen sind reicher.
During the time of the Second World War. A small town in Italy, death came aboard. Train number 8017, it wasn't strafing of bombing. Clandestine de-railings, it was just some bad coal.
I'm the man who came to dinner. Said I wasn't stopping long. I brought a present wrapped in misery. And a bottle of sad songs. You still said. Come on in.
Ich war nie gut in Deutsch und Mathematik. Und nhmlich schreib ich nach wie vor mit h. Die Schule war noch nie mein Fall. Ich wei genau warum. Ich war einfach viel zu schlau.
In my house there's a place I can hide. When I feel a surge of self pity. In my house there's a place where I sit. And watch the violence on the telly.
He's a flatland farmer. Who flatpicks and old guitar. Yeah he's a flatland farmer. He flatpicks and old guitar. He don't make no money. But he can out-pick them Nashville stars.
Adolf Hitler, dem sein Bart. Ist von ganz besondrer Art,. Kinder da ist etwas faul. So ein kleiner Bart und so ein groes Maul!.
Hey up on the Cap rock, me and my baby ride. Goin' a hundred miles an hour, 'cause this old Ford can still fly. Got Four Roses in a sack an we ain't lookin' back tonight.
Can't give it up can't stop speaking my mind. Got to say what I'm thinking all the time. There's etiquette about what I should say true. But what the fuck I always do.
Intro. Gnther suchte eine Lehrstelle. Fand einen Job auf die Schnelle!. Die Entscheidung fiel nicht schwer. Verpflichtung bei der Bundeswehr. Nach zwei Jahren Unteroffizier.
Yeah, he never done too good when he's in high school. Ah, he never even talked to a popular girl. Yeah, he just hung around, down at the drive-in. Honkin' on his horn and drinkin' Pearl, beer.
you know i couldn't be me, if it wasn't for you. i feel like shit and look like plastic, but i'll get through. you know it's plain to see, what's going to do.
Well I'm feelin easy baby. Breezin through the blues. Bout half-sleazy baby. But who's to pick-n-choose. I got the tattoos. A pierced ear. A bottle of that rot-gut booze.
Maybe someday soon. I'll find out what it's all about. And if you don't leave it too long. Then maybe we'll be able to sort it out. Give me five minutes more.
80 Millionen,. wollen sich klonen. das ganze Land wird multipliziert. . welch ein Alptraum. der ganze Abschaum. verdoppelt sich, wird einfach kopiert.
From the east side of Chicago. To the down side of L.A.. There's no place that he goes. We don't bow down to him and pray. Yeah we follow him to the slaughter.
Well Naismith hung a basket. They thought it was fantastic. That's how the game of cagers came to be. Nat Holman and Pappy Ricks. Cousy's bag of tricks.
I'm 13 years old, I hate your guts. And I got a zip gun, I got a reefer. I've been screwing since I was 9. And I can make you or break you with charm.
Junior was walking out with a friend. When he turned around and said stop me I might just do it again. Try stop me try stop me try stop me try stop. I want to live my life not survive my existence and feel like I got the lot.
Steife Hften, verkrampfter Po. Eigentlich wollt ich nur aufs Klo. Ich warte und ich schwitze. Mu hier im Grenzhuschen sitzen. Warum wurd' ich rausgefischt?.