Welcome, my name is Jon Caffery
And I’m the producer of this record
It is performed by „Die Toten Hosen” from Düsseldorf
And made in Germany
And I mean West-Germany
I thank you for playing and trusting me
To further information on potential risks and side effects
Please consult a doctor or ask your neighbours
What more can I say
Let’s boogie
Archiwa kategorii: Crash Landing
Born To Lose
Well that’s the way it goes
This city so cold
And I’m so cold
That’s what I know
Born to lose
I said hey – born to lose
I said hey – born to lose
Oh baby I’m born to lose
I have nothing to do
I have nothing to say
Only one thing that I want
Living in the jungle
It ain’t so hard
Living in the city
It’ll eat out your heart
First Time
One two three four!
Hello,
this is John Plain speaking.
I want everyone of you
to have my babies.
Oh, oh oh oh, it’s my first time!
Oh, oh oh oh, please be kind!
Oh, oh oh oh, don’t hurt me!
Oh, oh oh oh!
I met her last Friday –
at the local dance.
She was across the room –
I caught her glance.
We started dancing –
and before, you know,
I took her to my place –
where we was alone.
She said:
Oh, oh oh oh, it’s my first time!
Oh, oh oh oh, please be kind!
Oh, oh oh oh, don’t hurt me!
Oh, oh oh oh!
I didn’t know what to say,
I didn’t want to hurt her in anyway.
I looked in her big brown eyes
filled with tears, she was trying to say
She said:
Oh, oh oh oh, it’s my first time!
Oh, oh oh oh, please be kind!
Oh, oh oh oh, don’t hurt me!
Oh, oh oh oh, don’t hurt me!
Oh, oh oh oh, es ist mein erstes Mal!
Oh, oh oh oh, bitte sei nicht allzu hart!
Oh, oh oh oh, don’t hurt me!
Oh, oh oh oh, it’s my first time!
Again.
Hier kommt Alex
In einer Welt, in der man nur noch lebt,
damit man täglich roboten geht,
ist die größte Aufregung, die es noch gibt,
das allabendliche Fernsehbild.
Jeder Mensch lebt wie ein Uhrwerk,
wie ein Computer programmiert.
Es gibt keinen, der sich dagegen wehrt,
nur ein paar Jugendliche sind frustriert.
Wenn am Himmel die Sonne untergeht,
beginnt für die Droogs der Tag.
In kleinen Banden sammeln sie sich,
gehn gemeinsam auf die Jagd.
Hey, hier kommt Alex!
Vorhang auf – für seine Horrorschau.
Hey, hier kommt Alex!
Vorhang auf – für ein kleines bisschen Horrorschau.
Auf dem Kreuzzug gegen die Ordnung
und die scheinbar heile Welt
zelebrieren sie die Zerstörung,
Gewalt und Brutalität.
Erst wenn sie ihre Opfer leiden sehn,
spüren sie Befriedigung.
Es gibt nichts mehr, was sie jetzt aufhält
in ihrer gnadenlosen Wut.
Hey, hier kommt Alex!
Vorhang auf – für seine Horrorschau.
Hey, hier kommt Alex!
Vorhang auf – für ein kleines bisschen Horrorschau.
Zwanzig gegen einen
bis das Blut zum Vorschein kommt.
Ob mit Stöcken oder Steinen,
irgendwann platzt jeder Kopf.
Das nächste Opfer ist schon dran,
wenn ihr den lieben Gott noch fragt:
„Warum hast Du nichts getan,
nichts getan?”
Hey, hier kommt Alex!
Vorhang auf – für seine Horrorschau.
Hey, hier kommt Alex!
Vorhang auf – für ein kleines bisschen Horrorschau.
Carnival in Rio
Dad – what was punkrock…?
Punk was rotten, punk was vicious,
always being unambitious.
Punk was a piss-up, punk was a punch-up,
picking your nose and chucking your lunch up.
Punk was obnoxious, punk was obscene,
having a pop at our dear Queen.
Punk was a twisted tasteless trip,
punk was a pin through her majesty’s lip.
We never took shit from noone, we just didn’t give a fuck.
If you didn’t like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck.
Punk was a riot, every night a rumble,
a nice bit o’blow and a nice bit o’grumble.
Punk was a sleazy, punk was a slum,
polaroid pics in bed with your mum.
Punk was unhealthy, quite unclean,
it was a mockery, malignant mean.
Punk was criminal, punk was a con,
and so was our favourite fugitive Ron.
We never took shit from noone, we just didn’t give a fuck.
If you didn’t like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck.
Now open your eyes and listen my son, there’s no reason to be sad.
Just hang around and stay with us, it’ll all be coming back.
We never took shit from noone, we just didn’t give a fuck.
If you didn’t like our music, that was just your bloody hard luck.
Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let’s go hey ho, let’s go hey ho, let’s go hey ho, let’s go
They’re forming in straight line they’re going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds the blitzkrieg bop
They’re piling in the back seat they’re generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat the blitzkrieg bop
Hey ho, let’s go shoot’em in the back now what they want, I don’t know
They’re all reved up and ready to go
They’re forming in straight line they’re going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds the blitzkrieg bop
They’re piling in the back seat they’re generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat the blitzkrieg bop
Hey ho, let’s go shoot’em in the back now
What they want, I don’t know they’re all reved up and ready to go
They’re forming in straight line they’re going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds the blitzkrieg bop
They’re piling in the back seat they’re generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat the blitzkrieg bop
Hey ho, let’s go hey ho, let’s go
Hey ho, let’s go hey ho, let’s go