Lyrics: This vicious
[by: Gerhard Schöne, Album: The seven gifts, 1992]
this story, dear ones
I will just slide in between.
And I think she likes some.
Yeah, okay, you've's guess:
-a tale from the States.
A black mom has told me.
now - and if the black Americans
horn tales from their moms,
not sit on the chair.
No, the rap and the quilting
up `and` down the stairs,
and they shout: "Mom, Mom, that's cool!
Uh, now it `s going on! Uh, now it `s going on!
Missis Rabbit was sloppy
was strange and was soggy.
sometimes held the Mister Rabbit no longer.
then slipped quietly as
in the church recover.
One day his wife was not at home.
stood by him and looked
and snorted and swallowed.
you, for which he so toiled and saved
she, the mother of his rank,
that bitch was gone!
Poor, poor Mr. Rabbit, that was hard!
Forget it, Mister Rabbit! Forget it, Mister Rabbit!
Goss is a box on the lamp,
said, "Confound the bitch!
`Never again will a woman under my roof!
And you have, in trust, but only
trouble with the woman `n!
Boy, `I'll never again weak!
His son, young in partent,
he wanted this Sorry ersparn
and began `ne wall around the house to build` n.
Rabbit Junior grew up
was a handsome young man, and he knew
, yes, he knew nothing of woman `n!
Well, if that goes well? Well, if that goes well?
Rabbit Junior was twenty.
His old man remembered.
Took the car and drove away with the boy.
stopped at Pitty-Witty,
showed his son the City,
the shops and the church of the village.
Saw the fire service, tavern, cafe and
horse trough.
But suddenly was a being in the park! The
wore a red skirt and yellow silk socks
!
A scent! Hmmm! He was strong!
Oh, now is `s exciting! Oh, now is `s exciting!
What was that, for heaven's sake?
the boy began to roar.
Papa said once: The devil was `s, my son!
must avoid this vicious man! The
does nothing than trouble! And then rushed
Mister Rabbit already gone.
\\ \\ \\ '`Have a lot of today` seen ...
he then spoke in front of going to sleep.
Well liked, especially since you anything?
And the boy without a doubt
Sure, Dad, that devil!
This vicious, hmmm, who was!
Well, daswar `s it ... Well, daswar` s already ...
Oh, at the end of this story,
brülln the black children: Sorry, this
Mister Rabbit, who was bling-blam!
And they kiss and they poke
from their mommies and cry
good that we HPs such a cool mom!
good that we HPs such a cool mom! ...
lyrics by Gerhard Schöne
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