R e f r a i n Der Junge von St. Pauli der hat die Welt geseh'n in jedem fernen Hafen. wollt' er vor Anker geh'n. Die Sehnsucht trieb ihn weiter er glaubte an sein Glück doch es führten alle Wege
Well, I pulled on trouble's braids. And I hid in the briars out by the quick mud. Stayin' away from the main roads. Passin' out wolf tickets downwind from the blood hounds And I pulled on
spending my time on a girl i know. and she keeps me clean. a first rate * knockin at my door. yeah miss pristine. a french maid,get paid,touch the floor. and she's got me she's got jimmy
Watching haters wonder why. Gambino got the game locked (Yeah?). Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok (Yeah?). Got her hair done, Frenchbraids, now she A $AP. Bino so insensitive, she
