In the hall, you can believe it's the last big fashion That you look like this, I want a primo No hat and no glove, that's not for a man A poncho and a decolleté, smell our pain Cha-Chi-Chi, Chu-Chu, that's how we wear our hair Cha-Chi-Chi, Chu-Chu, for 7000 years Naked eyes, naked cheeks, can harm a girl Please, everything long, gentle old Chang Why do we, the men, travel, when we travel with the geese? Thank God for that, not the old Chang Our only joy, that he will bring his child And the dance for the Lord Rope, rope, wash, cook And then again in the morning Yes, that would be your ideal Believe me, we have a feeling Close and far, and sometimes far too much That's why we want to get high On the kisses and the hugs We don't care about anything else No hat and no glove, that's not for a man A poncho and a decolleté, smell our pain Always nice to sit at home And to put on his socks Always waiting at the fairground But he remains a falcon Until the highest circle opens Yes, that would be your ideal Believe me, we have a feeling Close and far, and sometimes far too much That's why we want to get high On the kisses and the hugs We don't care about anything else No hat and no glove, that's not for a man A poncho and a decolleté, smell our pain Always nice to sit at home And to put on his socks © transcript Emily Beynon