Chili-chil Bäng Bäng

The father was a farmer, the mother was a whore
his childhood he spent in a dark chest.
They fed him with vomit and innards
and every weekend there was a whole child's leg
But they were not barbarians, no, the harshness was
they only carried out what he commanded
Because already at the tender age of 13 days
he began to say words like 'police'
Started to babble like the toughest officer,
so that the astonished relatives gave him what he demanded
A chest, his peace and this terrible food
He always sat in there around the clock
where it was very tight, but always spotless
only a very strict and prim piss smell
He loved this place and enjoyed the order,
ruled his holy little kingdom pale as chalk
And his sayings were already not without
so he declared the chest a nationally liberated zone.
And read the German Penal Code every day
All together it was what created this abominable creature
But he got a taste for big city life,
became depressed and aggressive in his battery cage
So he set out to teach Hamburg to fear
and to sweep away the social garbage from the streets
The now adult Hanseatic got going
first court, then senate, and tomorrow the whole state.
He wanted to educate everyone according to the rules of the old school
to act alone and rule as in his old chest.

Chili-Chil Bäng Bäng...

and there is another pig and another story
Already when he was born he had the longest,
as if his parents were a couple of chattering geese.
I mean of course the neck, so we understand each other.
he managed to turn his head completely around once
Perfect like a circle, 360 degrees
But he mostly hid
because sorrow plagued him mightily
because wherever he goes, there's whispering and staring.
Not a good day, like an Arab in the USA.
He wants respect and to be taken seriously.
So many birthdays and parties where he would have liked to come,
but no one invited him and he dug in
and thought about surgery,
but the doctor said he could lose his head in the process.
All over, really, on the verge of going crazy,
he remembered to help others who were oppressed.
Oh yes, that was it, he became a lawyer
and this idea saved him from the asylum.
He was the voice for the poorest of the poor
even for those who got their own prison
always for the good cause, cool, really a decent guy
and the neck shrank but the disrespect remained.
Damn shit, he had had this dream
that everyone would freeze in awe when he entered the room
he had to become much tougher and best of all
even switch sides like an athlete
And the day came when he finally made some capital
from his turncoat and finally gained power
instead of leftist monkey business
He shit on the class struggle and its rat tail.
Started deporting the poorest of the poor,
was insatiable and satisfied for the first time
Oh yeah! now he was someone since he swung the club
and wherever he went people started to tremble.

Chili-Chil Bäng Bäng...