Schüttel deinen Speck [English translation]

Yipp, yipp, I'm showing up tonight,

ride well decorated to the joint.

Everybody's dancing, the ladies enchant,

a whole stable of tasty chicks.

The babes shshake their buns,

shshake their gold on the ribs,

shshshake their racks,

the squeezes try to nod to the rythm.

Ey keeper, mix something for me,

he shook and filled up to the brim,

a great hit pushes me to the wall,

the DJ is fit, I shake his hand - thank you!

It quakes and staggers, everyone turns around, looks at her

she's two tons of pure elegance,

dances with me like a pretty elephant.

Show me your luggage,

come on shake prow and back,

your table is fairly covered,

shake your flab, shake your flab.

Yes, your table is properly covered,

whoo I won't need silverware,

tasty, you have to let me bite,

I'm a baker and bake on your hot cheeks.

Your toaster shakes up and down,

your fruits are luscious, crisply packed.

Finest truffels, ample and compact,

you won't shake me off.

I'm cling to your bobbing skirt,

I'm cling to your lips like gloss.

You're pretty and smart, an academic bod,

please be my wife - you shake your head.

I fuddle, because that is hard for me,

keel over, ambulance men carry me.

I break into shivers, you are the doctor for me,

give me an agent, please shake your ass for me!

• Artist:Peter Fox
• Album:Stadtaffe