Summer night,
she was there in the balmy air.
We fell in love
and she was mine – what should I care.
How could I know what was yet to come.

When autumn came
we got a small house by the lake.
The frost came soon;
thick ice now covered all the lake.
One morning footsteps led me to the ice.

She’s an ice diver,
oh God, I’m stiff with fear!
Every morning she’d hack a hole in the ice
and disappear.

All winter long
I sit next to a freezing crack.
And wait for her
till she comes up, I get her back
from the breathless death
that waits for her below.

Life is a pain in the ass if you always want more
than you’ve actually got.
I learnt it the hard way when I met this woman
and was she content? She was not!
Now I’m not the man who can look into eyes
that show clouds of an unhappy life,
so I got her those things that all women long for
till she looked like an Arab sheikh’s wife.

She was no Madonna to say the least
and her taste was fit for a queen,
now I was the fool to finance her feast:
I worked nights and days
and still got no smile on her face.

So after a while her flat looked a lot
like a place from a designer’s dream.
That all cost me dearly especially to keep
all this gleaming splendour clean.
Of course I was broke by the time
they delivered her new night-blue limousine,
I had one pair of shoes and my last pair of jeans
was already threadbare at the seams.

Now all that is left is that gun in my hand,
the only way out of this mess!
To die on her doorstep or kill her right there
who is it to be, you can guess.

You wouldn’t turn if she went by
you’d hardly notice her at all.
She not the looker you’d see and sigh,
she ain’t got a face that you would recall.

Her hair’s got the colour that’s not easy to describe
there’s nothing special in her smile
and she ain’t got that sparkle when you look into her eyes
and she moves with ease but not with style.

She’s just one face in a million
that’s all she’s ever gonna be
but to someone she’s very special
although she’ll never be
the girl on page three.

The goddess, the star are just there for the show
they don’t make the day in our own world,
so who do you turn to when you need someone close
to the love and the trust of an everyday-girl.

A busy street and a rainy sky,
I watch all those milling passers-by
and I think to myself oh my, oh my
what are they all up to?

And there she walks and a ray of light
plays on her hair, dark as the night,
oh me this cute doll is sure worth a ride,
so let me take her – out into the blue.

So I laze on after, I take my time
to get this neat fish hooked on my line.
No need for haste, I stay cool and sublime,
you see, don’t you see?

‚Cause I don’t mind to take a chance
but let the others do their little dance.
I’m not at all good at their phoney romance,
but I will take you – out into the blue.

Oh highya babe, where d’you go?
She looks at me and melts like the snow,
one tender touch and her legs start to go.
That’s how it goes!

See. I don’t mind to take my chance
but let the others do their little dance,
I’m not at all good at their phoney romance
but I will take you ‑ out into the blue.

Dave was sick and stumbled home
and left me drinking on my own.
The bar was crowded I felt fine,
the wine worked wonders on my mind.
Who touched my shoulder and who asked me for a light?
I turned my head around and she came into sight.

Blue eyes smiled I stood ablaze,
to light her fag seemed to take days.
She stood so close it burned like hell,
her perfume breathed that magic spell.
While I kept pouring drinks to ease the growing heat
I grew aware of my defeat.

Naughty Nancy, what is on your mind?
You’re up to some kind of mischief.
As lover I’m foolish, deaf, dumb and blind
and fall for your tricks as long as I live.

She took me out into the night,
I must have looked a sorry sight.
I tried to kiss her but in vain,
only tasted drops of rain.
I woke up wallet less, wet in a dustbin’s shade,
her laughter on my mind inside my throbbing head.

Tell me, Nancy, why are we so blind
and foolish beyond all belief?
We lose all our sense when you wag your behind
and fall for your tricks as long as we live.

I’m a wolf eating chalk on a Saturday walk
while I’m cheating my way into your heart.
When we meet I act sweet ‚cause I want to succeed,
while we dine I pour wine on your mind.

When it comes to love I am the Candy man,
I do what I can to sell my sweets!
I give my best till you’re a candy-fan,
hope the sale will end between the sheets.

Yes I laugh when you smile to make it worthwhile
and I’m waiting for a chance to embrace.
I collect all my charms to hold you in my arms,
very careful not to miss a kiss.

I don’t boast and never try to tell you real lies
‚cause they hurt and are therefore quite absurd.
Love’s so tender and surrender comes only in full splendour
when you’re careful while you’re climbing to the top

You were late the other night
so I had a lot of time to spare.
Sometimes you are quite a strain
for me so I enjoy it when you’re not there.
So I sat back and thought about
the role we poor men play,
how we build and toil and work,
strain our brain and muscles night and day.

We’re doing what we can,
we always try again!
Why don’t you understand:
I’m proud to be a man!

Now you may think I’m talking crap
the way old fools in cafes do
but I believe it’s time for some new lines
because by now man’s age is through.
I don’t eat humble pie like most
confessing, „Mistress, I have sinned“,
and you may know I will not throw
my manhood into any unknown wind.

It’s high time for equal rights
and I’m prepared to fight!
Why don’t you see I’ve come to plea,
please let me in tonight!
I’m really glad lying in your bed
more than I can tell!
And under the sheets the differences meet
until we both feel mighty well.