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[PuK]

I like that. Turn it up. 

[Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nr76UV4sESg ]

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Didn't I see you down in San Antone
On a hot and dusty night?
We were eating eggs in Sammy's
When the black man there drew his knife

Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton
As he washed his sleeveless shirt
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen
The one we all called Kurt

Come now, gentleman
I know there's some mistake
How forgetful I'm becoming
Now you fixed your business straight

I remember you in Hemlock Road
In nineteen fifty-six
You're a faggy little leather boy
With a smaller piece of stick

You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man
Your sweat shines sweet and strong
Your organs working perfectly
But there's a part that's not screwed on

Weren't you at the Coke convention
Back on nineteen sixty-five
You're the misbred, gray executive
I've seen heavily advertised

You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks
Policemen's buttons clean
You're the man who squats behind the man
Who works the soft machine

Juden ertränken, die gerade ihr Hemd waschen und ausgerechnet Kurt heißen. Und dazu noch Töchter haben, die den Polizisten die Knöpfe an der Uniform sauberlecken. Später kommt dann noch was über junge Mädchen, die das Fleisch ihrer Mütter fressen, das habe ich vor lauter Rückenschmerzen aus Rücksichtnahme auf die Gefühle der Leser erst gar nicht mitzitiert. So geht's doch ganz einfach nicht! Marius Müller-Westernhagen würde demonstrativ alle seine Pfandflaschen zurückgeben.