Anlass Jodler

My car has died,
it won't start anymore,
even though I've cursed,
as loud as I can,
but all the cursing is no use,
I get my anger,
I search for the engine,
my car has it in the front.

A car that doesn't drive,
is not worth its money.

And then I get the first aid kit,
because a lot can happen,
when people in anger,
handle tools,
a hammer, pliers
and scissors and a light,
that's my whole toolbox,
unfortunately, I have no more.

A car that doesn't drive,
is not even worth half.

And then I hit the carburetor
hard with the hammer,
one attempt to start fails,
but I don't give up yet,
with the pliers, I quickly
unscrew the radiator,
because there's too much steam in it,
hopefully that's allowed.

A car that doesn't drive,
is worth nothing at all.
Opel, Opel Karajan,
everyone wants an Opel,
if you end up in the ditch,
then no one wants it!

And then I cut small holes in the hose
with the scissors,
because every person needs air
and the car surely does too,
then I drain the oil,
grease the engine with it,
always remember the warning,
not to be stingy with the oil.

A car that doesn't drive,
tell me whose it is.

After oiling, I realize,
the saying is not worth much,
that one who lubricates well, also drives well,
hands and clothes,
everything is messed up with oil,
now I drive without a car,
because now I'm losing my temper!