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

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.