Rüdiger stands in the rain and the snow Collector of autographs Names upon photographs Faces of people who everyone knows Rüdiger lives in a place on his own Briefcase and spectacles Strange and respectable He knows the meaning of being alone Oh, Rüdiger Rüdiger Rüdi-, oh, Rüdiger Rüdiger works as a clerk in the town Music or politics Rüdiger gets his kicks He gets information, then he comes around Oh, Rüdiger Rüdiger Rüdi-, oh, Rüdiger Rüdiger waits at the hall in Berlin He waits there all night Security's tight They know who he is, but they don't let him in Rüdiger waits in the dark by the stair His fingers are shaking His feet, they are aching But your name's in the paper so Rüdiger's there Oh, Rüdiger Rüdiger Rüdi-, oh, Rüdiger Rüdiger Rüdiger Rüdi-, oh, Rüdiger

Beryl, Was on another level When she got her Booker medal* She was dead in her grave After all she gave After all she gave Beryl, Every time they'd overlook her When they gave her, her Booker* She was dead in her grave After all she gave After all she gave It's all too late now It's all too late now It's too late to dabble it is all too late It's too late to dabble it is all too late Beryl, The tobacco overtook her When they gave her, her Booker* She was dead in her grave After all she gave After all she gave It's all too late now It's all too late now It's too late to dabble it is all too late It's too late to dabble it is all too late Beryl, Was on another level When she got her Booker medal* She was dead in her grave After all she gave After all she gave After all she gave After all she gave Beryl

Come my love, I'll tell you a tale Of a boy and girl and their love story And how he loved her oh, so much, And all the charms she did possess. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel; It's as real as the feelings I feel. Now this did happen once upon a time, When things were not so complex. And how he worshipped the ground she walked on. When he looked in her eyes, he became obsessed. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel; It's as real as the feelings I feel. This love was stronger than the powers so dark, A prince could have within his keeping; His spells to weave and steal a heart, Within her breast, but only sleeping. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel; It's as real as the feelings I feel. He said, "Don't you know I love you oh, so much, And lay my heart at the foot of your dress?" She said, "Don't you know that storybook loves Always have a happy ending?" Then he swooped her up, just like in the books, And on his stallion they rode away. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel; It's as real as the feelings I feel.

These tables are haunted by the ghost of Las Vegas Their chips were once mountains but they came here to play They could take me if they wanted but I have nothing worth counting And like the sands of Nevada they go drifting away Lady luck's still a mystery with her head on my shoulder And I don't know why I still want her to dance I guess that's all history what it is is I'm older And I'm still a fool for your one-way romance Her dice were red rubies, they rolled and they tumbled And I never saw time running out with my roll And in the wasteland of cut glass my dreams were all crumbled And I've paid with whatever I had left for a soul Now the dawn's broken even on a empty horizon No reason for folding, no reason to stay It's too soon to be leaving, too late for criticizing And the sands of Nevada go drifting away