Kölsche Jung

When I was a little kid, I got lost one day
I thought I just wanted to buy a caramel treat
I couldn't find my street, yeah, it was tough
A cop asked me, "Where are you from, kid?"
I was scared, he grabbed me by the collar
In the ice, I felt like I was right in the kitchen
But soon I realized, he meant well for me
I told him then, honestly, from my heart

I'm a Kölsch kid, what do you want me to do?
I'm a Kölsch kid, and I love to laugh too
I'm not bad either, no, I'm just good
My favorite word is Kölle Allaaf

I do have a hard time letting go of my mom
Even if sometimes she really gets on my case
But for some reason, I still love that kid
So I won't just throw her out of my life
And if I ever broke a plate
Then I knew for sure, now you've messed up something
Mom just said to me: "Don't you dare act up."
I said, "Mom, I can't help it!"

I tell you, never hang your head low
Just laugh at life, then you'll know how to go
'Cause if you don't laugh, that's just wrong
Sing your mother tongue, a song in Kölsch
Sing like I do, there's no need to be shy
And if you have a big loss, then we'll sing together
When one day you stand under the sky
Then Peter will say quietly, softly, and low...