Paroles de Cruisin' Southern Germany

Pick pocket with a red coat on Dishy dashing through a squirrel-farm Police cats, high heeled hat Pointing out just where it's at And I close my eyes to see, reality Mickey Mouse on the hillside flees When I brush his garden with my knees It's an oxtails symphony Topped off with greasy macaroni And it all seems so familiar to me Cruisin' Southern Germany When you get a little homesick I miss you girl and your TV Pump down some of that old gold comfort Cruisin' real nice and easy Cruisin' real nice and easy Southern Germany Jesus Christ's looking down on the valley Wondering why they left him lonely Das Gasthaus and the one Mark free Goulash in high degree It all seems so familiar to me On top of Southern Germany