My Euro doesn't go to a rave, because it doesn't like fast-tram. My Euro gets wet, because my Euro is a rap fan. For my Euro, strip and webgirls before webcams. And I fly on my Euro non-stop to San Fran. My Euro is like a Hamburger in my baking tooth. I enjoy it with olive oil and parmesan. My Euro robs the camouflage through Afghanistan. And renovates the churches in Vatican as forced labor. My Euro is on luxury instead of street life. King-size menus and hotel suites like freestyles. And as a synthie, my Euro wouldn't be popular. Because it has too little sustain and a too short release time. My Euro lies like a plastic chip on poker tables. And likes to disappear between car seats and sofa cushions. My Euro is bought with bad offers. And your Euro should become my Euro. How do you turn a Euro into a film? What do you have to do? My Euro has a Eurovision. He only has 20 friends, but dreams of a million. How do you turn a Euro into a film? What do you have to do? My Euro has a Eurovision. He only has 20 friends, but dreams of a million. My Euro doesn't bother me in the debt crisis. If he's nothing anymore, I'll pay with tulips. But when he's down, he stands up like a lie. Comes as a hunger wage, ends as a schnitzel in the organic kitchen. He goes on a tour where he doesn't care if I protect the climate. He doesn't annoy me with morals and with frowning speeches. He plays the trump of the statuette of the Isar Bridge. Sometimes he's mad at me because I don't bow down to him. Because even if I need him, I'll stay the boss at home. And if he's stupid to me, he'll get hit on the head. Comes on a plate of plates, gets cuddled like a butcher. And I always turn him twice. Rewind selector! Hey, my Euro prefers to lie loose in his pocket. Because he suffers from fear of heights and doesn't like the high edge. He doesn't think about tomorrow and doesn't know any securities. He prefers to roll over bowling alleys and through billiards clubs. But somehow my Euro is a poor ***. He eats table flour in a mass before you put it in the pan. So you stand there shaking your head, already cheap prices in front of you. But he lets me rip a filter out of his colleague's neck. Because I told him I knew how to make manatees. And I smoked him in a bottle and then I got drunk. How do you make a Euro out of just 50 cents? How do you make a Euro out of just 50 cents? What do you have to do? My Euro has a Eurovision. He only has 20 friends, but 12 million. How do you make a Euro out of just 50 cents? How do you make a Euro out of just 50, 50, 50 cents? My Euro has a Eurovision. He only has 20 friends, but 12 million. I'm swimming my Euro like a stone. A relationship with two biggest fights. I can't do anything but let myself talk. When he first sees red, he can't just give in. I don't know what's going on with the Euro. Come on, Gaga, my father lives in the world of money. But your father is the most stable in the world. I take care of him all the time, because otherwise I'm in a crisis. Then he whines about what's going on and alone. Even if it works, he can't be the purest sunshine. When we go out to party in the evening, we come in second. Until 3 a.m. in the morning, I usually talk without him at home. But don't worry, I'm completely relaxed. Because the pannier is lying here again, only drunk on the bench. If you see a fag anywhere, send him home. He should have my card number. How do you turn a euro into a film clip? A euro has a Eurovision. He only has 20 friends, but 12 million. How do you turn a euro into a film clip? A euro has a Eurovision. He only has 20 friends, but 12 million.