Der Kommissar Lyrics
| Song | Der Kommissar |
| Artist | Falco |
| Album | 60 Hits - 60 Jahre Deutschland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Two, three, four | |
| Eins, zwei drei | |
| Na, es is nix dabei | |
| Na, wenn ich euch erzähl' die G'schicht' | |
| Nichts desto trotz, | |
| Ich bin es schon gewohnt | |
| Im TV-Funk da läuft es nicht. - | |
| Jah, sie war jung, | |
| Das Herz so rein und weiß | |
| Und jede Nacht hat ihren Preis, | |
| Sie sagt: "Sugar Sweet, | |
| Jah' got me rapp'in to the heat!" | |
| Ich verstehe, sie ist heiß, | |
| Sie sagt:"Baby, look, | |
| I miss my funky friends," | |
| Sie meint Jack und Joe und Jill. | |
| Mein Funkverständnis, | |
| Ja, das reicht zur Not, | |
| Ich überreiss', was sie jetzt will. - | |
| Ich überleg' bei mir, | |
| Ihr' Nas'n spricht dafür, | |
| Währenddessen ich noch rauch', | |
| Die Special Places sind ihr wohlbekannt, | |
| Ich mein', sie führt ja U-Bahn auch. | |
| Dort singen's: | |
| "Drah' Di net um, oh oh oh | |
| Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! oh oh oh | |
| Er wird Dich anschau'n | |
| Und du weißt warum. | |
| Die Lebenslust bringt Di um." | |
| Alles klar, Herr Kommissar? | |
| Hey man, wanna buy some stuff, man? | |
| Did you ever rap that thing Jack? | |
| So rap it to the beat! | |
| Wir treffen Jill and Joe | |
| Und dessen Bruder hip | |
| Und auch den Rest der coolen Gang | |
| Sie rappen hin, sie rappen her | |
| Dazwischen Kratzen's ab die Wänd'. - | |
| Dieser Fall ist klar, | |
| Lieber Herr Kommissar, | |
| Auch wenn Sie and'rer Meinung sind: | |
| Den Schnee auf dem wir alle | |
| Talwärts fahr'n, | |
| Kennt heute jedes Kind. | |
| Jetzt das Kinderlied: | |
| "Drah Di net um, oh oh oh | |
| Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! oh oh oh | |
| Er hat die Kraft und wir sind klein und dumm | |
| Dieser Frust macht uns stumm." | |
| "Drah Di net um, oh oh oh | |
| schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! oh oh oh | |
| Wenn er Dich anspricht | |
| Und du weißt warum, | |
| Sag eahm | |
| Dein Leb'n bringt Di um." | |
| [English Translation:] | |
| Two, three, four | |
| One, two, three | |
| Well, it doesn't matter | |
| Well, when I tell you the story | |
| None the less, | |
| I'm quite used to it | |
| It won't be running in TV-Funk (magazine). - | |
| Yes, she was young, | |
| Her heart so pure and white | |
| And every night has its price. | |
| She says: "Sugar Sweet, | |
| ya got me rappin' to the heat!" | |
| I understand, she's hot, | |
| She says: "Baby, you know, | |
| I miss my funky friends," | |
| She means Jack and Joe and Jill. | |
| My understanding of funk, | |
| yeah, it'll do in a crunch, | |
| I understand what she wants now. - | |
| I think it over, | |
| Her nose does the talking, | |
| While I continue to smoke, | |
| She knows the 'Special Places' very well; | |
| I think she takes the metro, too. | |
| There they're singing: | |
| "Don't turn around, look, look, | |
| the Kommissar is out and about! | |
| He'll keep his eye on you | |
| and you know why. | |
| Your zest for life will kill you." | |
| All right, Mr. Commissioner? | |
| Hey man, wanna buy some stuff, man? | |
| Did you ever rap that thing Jack? | |
| So rap it to the beat! | |
| We meet Jill and Joe | |
| And his bother hip | |
| And also the rest of the cool Gang | |
| They rap to, they rap fro | |
| In between they scrape it off the walls. - | |
| This case is clear, | |
| Dear Mr. Commissioner, | |
| Even if you have a different opinion: | |
| The snow on which we all | |
| ski downhill, | |
| every child knows. | |
| Now the nursery rhyme: | |
| "Don't turn around, look, look, | |
| the Kommissar is out and about! | |
| He has the power and we're little and dumb; | |
| this frustration makes us mum." | |
| "Don't turn around, look, look, | |
| the Kommissar is out and about! | |
| When he talks to you | |
| and you know why, | |
| tell him: | |
| 'Your life is killing you.'" |
| Two, three, four | |
| Eins, zwei drei | |
| Na, es is nix dabei | |
| Na, wenn ich euch erz hl' die G' schicht' | |
| Nichts desto trotz, | |
| Ich bin es schon gewohnt | |
| Im TVFunk da l uft es nicht. | |
| Jah, sie war jung, | |
| Das Herz so rein und wei | |
| Und jede Nacht hat ihren Preis, | |
| Sie sagt: " Sugar Sweet, | |
| Jah' got me rapp' in to the heat!" | |
| Ich verstehe, sie ist hei, | |
| Sie sagt:" Baby, look, | |
| I miss my funky friends," | |
| Sie meint Jack und Joe und Jill. | |
| Mein Funkverst ndnis, | |
| Ja, das reicht zur Not, | |
| Ich ü berreiss', was sie jetzt will. | |
| Ich ü berleg' bei mir, | |
| Ihr' Nas' n spricht dafü r, | |
| W hrenddessen ich noch rauch', | |
| Die Special Places sind ihr wohlbekannt, | |
| Ich mein', sie fü hrt ja UBahn auch. | |
| Dort singen' s: | |
| " Drah' Di net um, oh oh oh | |
| Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! oh oh oh | |
| Er wird Dich anschau' n | |
| Und du wei t warum. | |
| Die Lebenslust bringt Di um." | |
| Alles klar, Herr Kommissar? | |
| Hey man, wanna buy some stuff, man? | |
| Did you ever rap that thing Jack? | |
| So rap it to the beat! | |
| Wir treffen Jill and Joe | |
| Und dessen Bruder hip | |
| Und auch den Rest der coolen Gang | |
| Sie rappen hin, sie rappen her | |
| Dazwischen Kratzen' s ab die W nd'. | |
| Dieser Fall ist klar, | |
| Lieber Herr Kommissar, | |
| Auch wenn Sie and' rer Meinung sind: | |
| Den Schnee auf dem wir alle | |
| Talw rts fahr' n, | |
| Kennt heute jedes Kind. | |
| Jetzt das Kinderlied: | |
| " Drah Di net um, oh oh oh | |
| Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! oh oh oh | |
| Er hat die Kraft und wir sind klein und dumm | |
| Dieser Frust macht uns stumm." | |
| " Drah Di net um, oh oh oh | |
| schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! oh oh oh | |
| Wenn er Dich anspricht | |
| Und du wei t warum, | |
| Sag eahm | |
| Dein Leb' n bringt Di um." | |
| English Translation: | |
| Two, three, four | |
| One, two, three | |
| Well, it doesn' t matter | |
| Well, when I tell you the story | |
| None the less, | |
| I' m quite used to it | |
| It won' t be running in TVFunk magazine. | |
| Yes, she was young, | |
| Her heart so pure and white | |
| And every night has its price. | |
| She says: " Sugar Sweet, | |
| ya got me rappin' to the heat!" | |
| I understand, she' s hot, | |
| She says: " Baby, you know, | |
| I miss my funky friends," | |
| She means Jack and Joe and Jill. | |
| My understanding of funk, | |
| yeah, it' ll do in a crunch, | |
| I understand what she wants now. | |
| I think it over, | |
| Her nose does the talking, | |
| While I continue to smoke, | |
| She knows the ' Special Places' very well | |
| I think she takes the metro, too. | |
| There they' re singing: | |
| " Don' t turn around, look, look, | |
| the Kommissar is out and about! | |
| He' ll keep his eye on you | |
| and you know why. | |
| Your zest for life will kill you." | |
| All right, Mr. Commissioner? | |
| Hey man, wanna buy some stuff, man? | |
| Did you ever rap that thing Jack? | |
| So rap it to the beat! | |
| We meet Jill and Joe | |
| And his bother hip | |
| And also the rest of the cool Gang | |
| They rap to, they rap fro | |
| In between they scrape it off the walls. | |
| This case is clear, | |
| Dear Mr. Commissioner, | |
| Even if you have a different opinion: | |
| The snow on which we all | |
| ski downhill, | |
| every child knows. | |
| Now the nursery rhyme: | |
| " Don' t turn around, look, look, | |
| the Kommissar is out and about! | |
| He has the power and we' re little and dumb | |
| this frustration makes us mum." | |
| " Don' t turn around, look, look, | |
| the Kommissar is out and about! | |
| When he talks to you | |
| and you know why, | |
| tell him: | |
| ' Your life is killing you.'" |
| Two, three, four | |
| Eins, zwei drei | |
| Na, es is nix dabei | |
| Na, wenn ich euch erz hl' die G' schicht' | |
| Nichts desto trotz, | |
| Ich bin es schon gewohnt | |
| Im TVFunk da l uft es nicht. | |
| Jah, sie war jung, | |
| Das Herz so rein und wei | |
| Und jede Nacht hat ihren Preis, | |
| Sie sagt: " Sugar Sweet, | |
| Jah' got me rapp' in to the heat!" | |
| Ich verstehe, sie ist hei, | |
| Sie sagt:" Baby, look, | |
| I miss my funky friends," | |
| Sie meint Jack und Joe und Jill. | |
| Mein Funkverst ndnis, | |
| Ja, das reicht zur Not, | |
| Ich ü berreiss', was sie jetzt will. | |
| Ich ü berleg' bei mir, | |
| Ihr' Nas' n spricht dafü r, | |
| W hrenddessen ich noch rauch', | |
| Die Special Places sind ihr wohlbekannt, | |
| Ich mein', sie fü hrt ja UBahn auch. | |
| Dort singen' s: | |
| " Drah' Di net um, oh oh oh | |
| Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! oh oh oh | |
| Er wird Dich anschau' n | |
| Und du wei t warum. | |
| Die Lebenslust bringt Di um." | |
| Alles klar, Herr Kommissar? | |
| Hey man, wanna buy some stuff, man? | |
| Did you ever rap that thing Jack? | |
| So rap it to the beat! | |
| Wir treffen Jill and Joe | |
| Und dessen Bruder hip | |
| Und auch den Rest der coolen Gang | |
| Sie rappen hin, sie rappen her | |
| Dazwischen Kratzen' s ab die W nd'. | |
| Dieser Fall ist klar, | |
| Lieber Herr Kommissar, | |
| Auch wenn Sie and' rer Meinung sind: | |
| Den Schnee auf dem wir alle | |
| Talw rts fahr' n, | |
| Kennt heute jedes Kind. | |
| Jetzt das Kinderlied: | |
| " Drah Di net um, oh oh oh | |
| Schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! oh oh oh | |
| Er hat die Kraft und wir sind klein und dumm | |
| Dieser Frust macht uns stumm." | |
| " Drah Di net um, oh oh oh | |
| schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! oh oh oh | |
| Wenn er Dich anspricht | |
| Und du wei t warum, | |
| Sag eahm | |
| Dein Leb' n bringt Di um." | |
| English Translation: | |
| Two, three, four | |
| One, two, three | |
| Well, it doesn' t matter | |
| Well, when I tell you the story | |
| None the less, | |
| I' m quite used to it | |
| It won' t be running in TVFunk magazine. | |
| Yes, she was young, | |
| Her heart so pure and white | |
| And every night has its price. | |
| She says: " Sugar Sweet, | |
| ya got me rappin' to the heat!" | |
| I understand, she' s hot, | |
| She says: " Baby, you know, | |
| I miss my funky friends," | |
| She means Jack and Joe and Jill. | |
| My understanding of funk, | |
| yeah, it' ll do in a crunch, | |
| I understand what she wants now. | |
| I think it over, | |
| Her nose does the talking, | |
| While I continue to smoke, | |
| She knows the ' Special Places' very well | |
| I think she takes the metro, too. | |
| There they' re singing: | |
| " Don' t turn around, look, look, | |
| the Kommissar is out and about! | |
| He' ll keep his eye on you | |
| and you know why. | |
| Your zest for life will kill you." | |
| All right, Mr. Commissioner? | |
| Hey man, wanna buy some stuff, man? | |
| Did you ever rap that thing Jack? | |
| So rap it to the beat! | |
| We meet Jill and Joe | |
| And his bother hip | |
| And also the rest of the cool Gang | |
| They rap to, they rap fro | |
| In between they scrape it off the walls. | |
| This case is clear, | |
| Dear Mr. Commissioner, | |
| Even if you have a different opinion: | |
| The snow on which we all | |
| ski downhill, | |
| every child knows. | |
| Now the nursery rhyme: | |
| " Don' t turn around, look, look, | |
| the Kommissar is out and about! | |
| He has the power and we' re little and dumb | |
| this frustration makes us mum." | |
| " Don' t turn around, look, look, | |
| the Kommissar is out and about! | |
| When he talks to you | |
| and you know why, | |
| tell him: | |
| ' Your life is killing you.'" |
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