You are always standing
In front of the stage
Always in the first line
You try to get me
With your voice
And if I want
You will be mine

And I am watching
Watching all those normal types
And I am watching
Watching all those normal types
Although dressed in stripes

You’ve got my photo
Over your bed
And you wanna meet me
But I’m your mother’s nervous-breakdown
So little guy don’t hustle me

You try to start a conversation
Everytime you meet me
But those words out of your mouth
I heard last week on TV

Lyrics: Frank Becking, Rainer Kitzmann