Germany

Pick pocket with a red coat on Dishy dashing through a squirrel-farm Police cat high heeled hat Pointing out just where it's at And I close my eyes to see reality Mickey Mouse on the hillside flees When I brush his garden with my knees It's an oxtails symfony Topped off with greasy macaroni And it all seems so familiar to me Cruisin' Southern Germany When you get a little homesick Miss you girl and your TV Pump down some of that old gold comfort Cruisin' real nice and easy Cruisin' real nice and easy Souther Germany Jesus Christ looking down on the valley Wondering why they left him lonely Das Gasthaus and the one Mark free Goulash in high degree It all seems so familiar to me On top of Southern Germany

I am an emigre I write to Germany In foreign words A tongue of actuality Coated in grey gloves To Germany with love A war between the wars To Germany with love I am an emigre I write to Germany In foreign words A tongue of actuality Coated in grey gloves Coated in grey gloves To Germany with love To Germany with love A war between the wars A war between the wars A war between the wars A war between the wars Triumph over by-gone sorrow Can in unity be won Let them all persue this purpose 'Til reality is gone I am an unexpected spy From the outside of my eye Translate it first then comprehend I'm here indeed but there I stand I write to Germany I write to Germany To Germany with love Germany with love I write to Germany I write to Germany To Germany with love Germany with love This is the turn of colours All real but still unseen There is no more decision 'Cause there's too much in between Let us build a nightmare nation Learn and work as never yet That this cold new generation Faith in its own fears beget Here comes the modern rat Here comes the terror-squad Ours is the salt of wisdom Here we come all dressed in black From the ruins risen slowly To the future turned we stand Flourish in this blessing glory Flourish, German fatherland I write to Germany I write to Germany To Germany with love Germany with love I write to Germany I write to Germany Germany with love Germany with love I write to Germany (I write to Germany) I write to Germany (I write to Germany) I write to Germany (I write to Germany) I write to Germany (I write to Germany) To Germany I write to Germany (I write to Germany) I write to Germany (I write to Germany) I write in Germany

How I wished my folks were gracious hosts and not dismayed But wit and wisdom take a backseat girl when you're that afraid Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill My word, they can't forget, they never will They can hear the storm troops on our lawn when I show her in And the Fuhrer is alive and well in our panelled den Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill My word, they can't forget that war, what a war My word, she's from Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word... Germany With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine Well, the car I drive is parked outside, it's German-made They resent that less than the people who are German-made Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill My word, they can't forget that war, what a war, some war My word... Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word... Germany With its splendid castles and its Fine cuisine, its lovely German women And its wonderful rivers that do flow from her hills My word, she's from Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word, she's from Germany With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine My word, she's from Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word, she's from Germany With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine My word, she's from Germany Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed My word, she's from Germany With its splendid castles, Its fine cuisine, its lovely German women and you and me!