| Two, three, four
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| One, two, three
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| Well, it doesn’t matter
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| Well, when I tell you the story
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| None the less,
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| I’m quite used to it
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| It won’t be running in TV-Funk (magazine). |
| -
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| Yes, she was young,
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| Her heart so pure and white
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| And every night has its price.
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| She says: «Sugar Sweet,
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| ya got me rappin' to the heat!»
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| I understand, she’s hot,
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| She says: «Baby, you know,
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| I miss my funky friends,»
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| She means Jack and Joe and Jill.
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| My understanding of funk,
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| yeah, it’ll do in a crunch,
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| I understand what she wants now. |
| -
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| I think it over,
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| Her nose does the talking,
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| While I continue to smoke,
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| She knows the 'Special Places' very well;
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| I think she takes the metro, too.
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| There they’re singing:
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| «Don't turn around, look, look,
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| the Kommissar is out and about!
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| He’ll keep his eye on you
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| and you know why.
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| Your zest for life will kill you.»
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| All right, Mr. Commissioner?
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| Hey man, wanna buy some stuff, man?
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| Did you ever rap that thing Jack?
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| So rap it to the beat!
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| We meet Jill and Joe
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| And his bother hip
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| And also the rest of the cool Gang
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| They rap to, they rap fro
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| In between they scrape it off the walls. |
| -
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| This case is clear,
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| Dear Mr. Commissioner,
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| Even if you have a different opinion:
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| The snow on which we all
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| ski downhill,
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| every child knows.
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| Now the nursery rhyme:
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| «Don't turn around, look, look,
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| the Kommissar is out and about!
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| He has the power and we’re little and dumb;
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| this frustration makes us mum.»
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| «Don't turn around, look, look,
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| the Kommissar is out and about!
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| When he talks to you
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| and you know why,
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| tell him:
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| 'Your life is killing you.'» |