♪ On the trashcan or in the shelf Deeply chilled, actually it doesn't matter A little tickle-dance, again ballet As long as the time is wide, the chance is gone Only what's going on here isn't clear Do you go to the Cubs or to Africa? ♪ ♪ A weak cable you still have the strength For a tango with a lot of passion Argentina only on the narrowest space Be careful in front of the house 10,000 chickens on 10 square meters A lot of freeride, a good waltz on the boards Look at the fat morning breeze Every *** is allowed free trade Black Friday at the butcher's, there's gammelfleisch again The little one whizzes around, the kids come to wait And then in the same step into the chopper a spurt The butcher must be in pain, he rubs his bum and farts And says to the rotten liver, knead in his belly You can't get out of life Belly Belly You can't get out of life You can't get out of life ♪ ♪ ♪