Ganz anders (Radio Version) [feat. Jan Delay] - Udo Lindenberg & Apache 207

Westerly wind Making her way out east Give me a kiss I am a tumbleweed Tumbleweed Tumbleweed Nowhere to go, nowhere to be Tumbleweed Tumble to me Lighting a match Under the Joshua tree Roll up the grass I am a tumbleweed (A little tumbleweed) Tumbleweed Tumbleweed Nowhere to go, nowhere to be Tumbleweed Tumble to me

Why do you think they call it dope? Nighttime, shooting star, the sun started to rain Trees lost branches, gurus' trances, black-brassiered dancers Little dears Showdown's coming, it's no joke, mouth is running, it's a stroke That's what I think when I'm so fucked up I can't even find the door Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? When your heart beats fast, you're so broke, in your car with the red Lights flashing Look sincere, smell like beer, roach in the ashtray Going to the pokey Thirty days later, ten bucks left, hands are shaking Looking for a dime bag Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Dirty little dopers on dope so bad Dirty little dopers on dope so bad When two and two turn into five you'll probably see it my way When bad is good, like it should, things turn upside down Some people say it's hip to say no, my town it's green light go For party rockin' angels now it's trigger happy Slang-bang-pow Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope?

I got my wine Get out of my way Got a chip on my shoulder Had a real bad day Met a little girl Just thirteen She's a knock-down blue-eyed slut psycho-virgin tease Rock Queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies--now Got some time Won't go wrong Sittin' on the sidewalk Singing songs Take my baby home On the scene Turns out she's a koochie-koochie-koochie Rock queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies Rock queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies--now

Smash bam bif boom crack Party still goin' six in the mornin' Jim Beam, Courvoisier and Jack We're goin' down I need some fuel I need some fuel I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run Yo Zeke stop! At the liquor store We want some more I'd like to introduce you to my fifth That's who I'm with I need some fuel I need some fuel I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I'm free to exercise my downward mobility I'm free to exercise my downward mobility My downward mobility I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run

Mama's in the kitchen Papa's on the porch Junior's downstairs in the basement Passin' on freedom's torch They're busy fighting Fillin' all the jails But sure as the sun do shine in the mornin'-- There's drugs on sale They're getting wasted Wasted They're getting wasted Wasted in America Something's gone wrong with the TV generation I am the product of that situation So you say you're feelin' Pinhead frustration C'mon join the nation They're getting wasted Wasted They're getting wasted Wasted in America Don't ask me why things are the way they are They just are I don't know why People are so curious They wanna chase it They wanna taste it They wanna get wasted They're getting wasted Wasted They're getting wasted Wasted in America They're getting wasted in New Jersey Wasted in Illinois Wasted in California And the Texans say "You 'all" Wasted in America They're getting wasted in America They're getting wasted in America

Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'Til we pass out on the floor Met a little girl with no bloomers on When she showed me her fake i.d. i knew something was wrong She said let's dance Said i got a wooden leg Said i'd like to see you on your knees She's cuddly wuddly wuddly too She's cuddly wuddly wuddly got a hold on you Yeah you got a reputation for coming on strong Now you're leanin' up against my dang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang Here we go to your bungalow Boyfriend's on the road Put the spit on Put the spit on Get a little nervous What can a poor boy say 'Bout a girl that fucks a different guy each and every day But she's cuddly wuddly wuddly Too bad You don't dig dudes that play guitar You got a thing for drummers You got a thing for men with scars Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'til we pass out On the floor Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on

Neulich sah ich irgendwo von Prince 'n Video Dagegen tanz' echt noch'n bißchen schlapp Also fahre ich nach Moskau zum Bolschoi Ballett und so Und Nurejew wird mein Chef Und dann geht's ab Moskau ist 'ne Wahnsinns Hully Gully Stadt Die mir wie ein Hammer an die Mütze fliegt Und Olga von der Wolga schwebt über'n Roten Platz Bis die sichel sich verbiegt Olga Primaballerina nahm mich mit nach Haus Und tanzte mir den sterbenden Schwan Und dann zog sie mich nett aufs Zarenbett Und fing an Mich auszuziehen und sagte Towarischtsch Mach' mir den Rasputin! Moskau ist 'ne Wahnsinns Hully Gully Stadt Dann sind wir mit den Genossen durch die Kneipen geschossen Der Wodka war stark Nachts im Gorki Park Und wie sie mich küßte Wie Olga mich küßte Mich Kapitalist Imperalist - wenn das Lenin wüßte Dann besuchten wir im Separee die Jungs vom KGB Und Radio Eriwahn spielt' Panik Rock Und die Nacht war lang und heiß im Sputnik Underground Cafe Und immer wieder: Rock den Kasatschschok! Moskau ist 'ne Wahnsinns Hully Gully Stadt Moskau ist 'n Hammer Hully Gully Stadt New York London Tokio ist out. Und Olga von der Wolga schwebt über'n Roten Platz Meine Primaballerina Meine süße Sowjetbraut!

Uçurum uçurum gözlerine baktığım sensin Prangalarca boynuma takığım sensin Dağ gölleri gibi gibi hasret çektiğim Her gece uyku diye yattığım sensin Yanarım, yanarım Tutuşur yanarım Kavurur ateşim Seni de beni de belalım Yanarım, yanarım Tutuşur yanarım Kavurur ateşim Seni de beni de bela belalım Belalım Diese liebe wird zum gefängnis Deine augen sind wie'n abgrund Du bist die schlinge um meinen hals Und ich der liebeskranke hund Ich bin so süchtig Immer nur süchtig nach deinem mund Du bist die schlinge um meinen hals Und ich der liebeskranke hund Yanarım, yanarım Tutuşur yanarım Kavurur ateşim Seni de beni de belalım Yanarım, yanarım Tutuşur yanarım Kavurur ateşim Seni de beni de belalım Belalım