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  1. machineoperated said

    translation:

    Two, three, four
    One, two, three
    Well, it doesn’t matter
    Well, when I tell you the story
    None the less,
    I’m quite used to it
    It won’t be running in TV-Funk (magazine). -
    Yes, she was young,
    Her heart so pure and white
    And every night has its price.
    She says: “Sugar Sweet,
    ya got me rappin’ to the heat!”
    I understand, she’s hot,
    She says: “Baby, you know,
    I miss my funky friends,”
    She means Jack and Joe and Jill.
    My understanding of funk,
    yeah, it’ll do in a crunch,
    I understand what she wants now. -
    I think it over,
    Her nose does the talking,
    While I continue to smoke,
    She knows the ‘Special Places’ very well;
    I think she takes the metro, too.
    There they’re singing:
    “Don’t turn around, look, look,
    the Kommissar is out and about!
    He’ll keep his eye on you
    and you know why.
    Your zest for life will kill you.”
    Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

    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 bother hip
    And also the rest of the cool Gang
    They rap to, they rap fro
    In between they scrape it off the walls. -
    This case is clear,
    Dear Mr. Commissioner,
    Even if you have a different opinion:
    The snow on which we all
    ski downhill,
    every child knows.
    Now the nursery rhyme:
    “Don’t turn around, look, look,
    the Kommissar is out and about!
    He has the power and we’re little and dumb;
    this frustration makes us mum.”

    “Don’t turn around, look, look,
    the Kommissar is out and about!
    When he talks to you
    and you know why,
    tell him: ‘Your life is killing you.’”

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