Märchenprinz [English translation]

It is Saturday evening and things are bad.

I'm seeking for the female sex.

On weekends you got bad luck in large cities:

Too many hunters are the bunnies' death.

There's only one chance left:

Get into the car and go to the province.

With my noble plough I glow on the autostrada,

just one step on the gas and I'm already there-there.

I enter full of elane the dancing saloon,

enwrapped in a cloud of pitralone.

Because it is very unpopular at the girls,

when you smell like a skunk.

Chorus:

I am the fairy tale prince,

ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince

ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, I am the fairy tale prince.

I am the fairy tale prince,

ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince

In the province I am the fairy tale prince.

Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, oo-hoo, aa-haa,

at the birdie dance I'm the number one.

There in the disco hut the groove nobility reigns,

and the landlord swings his slim leg.

But the girls from the prairie are a pleasure for the eyes

and I ask a princess: "Well, how about the both

of us?"

That costs me five tequila.

I'm gonna pay, and the Ludmilla is gone.

Then I go quickly to Trixie and ask: "Let's drink just

a Whixie?"

But unfortunately Norbert is busy with Trixie.

Also at Babsi, at Zenzi and at Greta,

I don't get a meter and it becomes later and later.

There's just left Dorli!

I go up to her and whisper tenderly into her ear:

Chorus:

I am the fairy tale prince,

ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince

ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, I am the fairy tale prince.

I am the fairy tale prince,

ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince

In the province I am the fairy tale prince.

Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, oo-hoo, aa-haa,

at the birdie dance I'm the number one.

And the biddy replies: "Don't you see, I'm dancing?

And you got no chance against my Joschi!"

So I say to Joschi: "Junker of the province!

In this disco bunker, it's me the fairy tale prince!"

Then that Joschi slaps me

upon my large-city gob.

I leave that disco, for Joschi is a killer!

Such a rude mucker, you should arrest him.

I start my bolide, and I hear the order:

"Get me your papers, and blow, very quickly!"

Where do we get there?

Mr. Inspector, who do you think, I am?

Chorus:

I am the fairy tale prince,

ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince

ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, I am the fairy tale prince.

I am the fairy tale prince,

ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince

In the province I am the fairy tale prince.

The sheriff says: "I regret!

Your promillence, that costs you 15 blues!"

I am the fairy tale prince,

ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince

ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, I am the fairy tale prince.

I am the fairy tale prince,

ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince

In the province I am the fairy tale prince.

Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, oo-hoo, aa-haa,

at the birdie dance I'm the number one.

I am the fairy tale prince,

ma-ma-ma fairy tale prince

ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, I am the fairy tale prince.

• Artist:E.A.V.
• Album:Geld oder Leben!