Der Komissar

Two, three, four
One, two, three
Well, there's nothing wrong
Well, when I tell you the story
Nevertheless
I'm already used to it
It doesn't run on TV
Yeah, she was young
Her heart so pure and white
And every night has its price
She says: Sugar Sweet
Yeah, got me rapping to the heat!
I understand, she's hot
She says: Baby, look
I miss my funky friends
She means Jack and Joe and Jill
My understanding of funk
Yeah, that's enough for now
I realize what she wants now

I think to myself
Her nose speaks for it
Meanwhile, I'm still smoking
The special places are well known to her
I mean, she also takes the subway
There they sing

Don't turn around, oh oh oh
Look, look, the cop is around! Oh oh oh
He will look at you
And you know why?
The lust for life kills you
All clear, Mr. Cop?

(Hey man, wanna buy some stuff, man?
Did you ever rap that thing Jack?
So rap it to the beat!)

We meet Jill and Joe
And his brother hip
And also the rest of the cool gang
They rap here, they rap there
In between, they scratch the walls
This case is clear
Dear Mr. Cop
Even if they have a different opinion
The snow on which we all
Ride downhill
Today every child knows
Now the children's song

Don't turn around, oh oh oh
Look, look, the cop is around! Oh oh oh
He has the power and we are small and dumb
This frustration makes us mute

Don't turn around, oh oh oh
Look, look, the cop is around! Oh oh oh
When he talks to you
And you know why
Tell him
Your life kills you
All clear, Mr. Cop?

Don't turn around, oh oh oh
Look, look, the cop is around! Oh oh oh
He has the power and we are small and dumb
This frustration makes us mute
La la la la la la

Don't turn around, oh oh oh
Look, look, the cop is around! Oh oh oh
When he talks to you
And you know why
Tell him
Your life kills you
La la la la la la

Don't turn around, oh oh oh
Look, look, the cop is around! Oh oh oh
Don't turn around, oh oh oh
Look, look, the cop is around! Oh oh oh