New Times -

New times.
New times.
New times.

Good morning. Good morning. Good morning.
I’m the guard. At one time
This was rather pleasant

The poets they still had to muse
Over the classicism of clean shoes
But who today still knows a button stick

Well, that’s the new times
That’s the new times
That’s the new times

The girls would lie down
The girls would lie down
The girls would lie down before us

First one went dancing,
First one went dancing,
First one went dancing then behind the bushes

Today you have to run through twenty places
Get drunk on saccharin and methyl
And then you still don’t get them that far

Well, that’s the new times
That’s the new times
That’s the new times

Now take it easy
there in the early morning
Who arrives but the brethren from the press

If somewhere there lies a cadaver
Or something is foul in the state

You can be sure that a writers not far behind
With his Excellency I only say
Hands off
Hands off
Hands off the literature

The laurel wreath one gets today
Second hand so to speak
From the old Empire’s store
Sold underhand at the Alexander platz

With all the wigs and costumes
Twitching from the shoulder what is it for?
Well, that’s the new times
That’s the new times
That’s the new times
New times. New times. New times.