"And that's the evening news for tonight. I'll see you again Monday on. . . ."
Click.
Wall. Head. Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Click. Thunk. Crackle crackle.
Muss i denn, muss i denn
Zum Stadtele hinaus
Stadtele hinaus
Und du, mein schat, bleibst
hier?
There's no strings upon this
love of mine
It was always you from the
start
Sei mir gut
Sei mir gut
Sei mir wie du wirklich sollst
Wie du wirklich sollst
'Cause I don't have a wooden
heart
Thank you, Elvis. Thank you, 3 Chords & the Truth.
Save yourself. Listen to the Big Show.
A big smile's just a click away. Be there. Auf Wiedersehen.