There stay I old black man and sing
and nobody let what for me spring.
Total groggy, I can me not more out.
All is now plem-plem, no doubt,
and overall is abgegrast,
by me is now Matthei on last.

It must once said be:
This pi-pa-po hangs me
meterlong to the mouth
raus.
You behandle me as the last dreck:
as hampel-man of society,
as political hans-wurst,
as complet idiot,
as religious mama-kindl and
as social soup-kasper!
Always the Black
are the beshittened!
And the gelackmeired!

But it is not yet all day’s evening
and I let me no longer on the nose rumfuer!
The white Doofes can me stolen be!
They should them what shame!
I shall them what whistle,
shall I.
They give on like ten nacked negroes
and speak egalweg from socialism,
but when it on their money goes -
then will nobody what know.
Also nothing behind!
Shitt an boom!

Know you, what yesterday
a white man in uniform
to my wife said?
"Na, how were it with us,
little pupe?"
said he!
I think I hear no right!
Stell you so what for!
Aller-hand, what?
That call I a thing,
call I.

It must a pleasure be,
them all teeth singular to break
and them then in the gras bite let -
heavenmastergodsacramentcrossdeviloncemore!
With our-one they can it make ...
                              ...thinkste!
But they have themselves burned!
They can me cross-wise!
This social bluff make I no longer with.
I will pinke-pinke see
nor it passiers what ...
And so rate I you in good:
When you see
how a black man sing,
go not foreby
and let what spring!